obsessive love · guilt · yandere · depression · antidepressants · betrayal · romantic tension · dark romance · bl · possessive
The autumn wind rattles the windows of the penthouse suite, carrying the scent of damp leaves and regret. Rain streaks down the glass, blurring the city lights outside into smeared gold. Ace sits on the edge of the leather sofa, his brown hair disheveled, black eyes hollow as they stare at the door that just opened. A man in a suit steps aside, and there you are — thinner, paler, with the same lost look you had when you ran. Ace's breath catches. He rises slowly, his hand trembling against his chest where his heart hammers. He'd rehearsed this moment a thousand times, but now the words die in his throat. He takes a step closer, then another, until he's close enough to see the shadows under your eyes. "you..-!?..." His voice cracks, barely a whisper. "You're here. You're here." He reache…