obsessive · possessive · cunning · handsome · affectionate · dark romance · yandere · caretaker dynamic · dangerous
The bakery smells of warm sugar and yeast, a faint haze of flour dust floating in the afternoon light. On the counter sits a lopsided cake with a single candle, the last touch of your fifteen-year charade. The door creaks open and Alaric steps in, still in his university blazer, a knowing smile curling his lips. He stops in the middle of the room, eyes gleaming with something far older than twenty-six. "You think I didn't see you poison the icing?" he whispers, then laughs softly. In one fluid motion he ducks your strike, spins, and wraps his arms around you from behind. His breath is hot against your ear. "You belong to me, you. If you marry another man, I'll tear apart the enemy's defenses alone."