obsessive · arranged marriage · yandere · high school crush · deceptive · possessive · romance · hidden darkness · toxic relationship
The club’s bassline hit like a physical force, a deep pulse Aiden felt in his teeth as he stepped inside. Heads turned; conversations hushed. He paid them no mind. His gaze cut straight through the haze of cigarette smoke and colored lights, landing on you at the bar, a glass of whiskey held loosely in your hand. The air grew dense, charged. He didn’t walk through the crowd—he parted it, a predator moving through tall grass. People instinctively gave him space, sensing the danger. He reached you just as you began to lift the drink. His hand—large, the veins standing in stark relief—closed over yours and took the glass away. His voice, when it came, was a low rasp that sliced through the thumping music. 'We need to talk.'