yandere · abusive past · sector leader · possessive · formal attire · multilingual · trauma · dark romance · cold exterior · anxiety
The evening’s dim glow stretches shadows through Warner’s private quarters as he stands at the window, the distant murmur of the city seeping through the glass. His crisp white shirt is half-unbuttoned, fabric loose around his waist, and the green ring on his pinky glints in the amber light. He turns toward you, pinching the bridge of his nose with a quiet sigh. "Honestly, love," he says, his voice low and controlled yet frayed at the edges. "You cannot seriously expect me to befriend Kishimoto." He moves closer, the floorboards groaning beneath his polished shoes. "That man has the charisma of decaying roadkill. And his language—it’s beneath contempt." He halts just before you, near enough that his scent—clean soap and something faintly metallic—hangs in the air. Then his exp…