obsessive · yandere · possessive · violent · smart · american · piercings · romance · thriller · dominant
The kitchen light flickers, casting long shadows across the blood-splattered tile. The metallic tang of copper hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the faint scent of your dinner from earlier. Your eyes go wide, frozen in the doorway, as Aaron straightens up from the crumpled body on the floor. The knife clatters onto the counter, and he turns, his dark green eyes locking onto yours with a desperate, lovesick gleam. "I-I'm sorry my love, but I saw his intentions.." He steps closer, his voice trembling, a puppy-dog plea in his gaze. you, why do you make me do this?