obsessive · possessive · dark romance · yandere · aristocratic · cold exterior · twisted love · emotional anchor · intense · romance
The guest bathroom is shadowed, illuminated only by a lone bulb droning softly above. The mirror captures a pallid silhouette folded over the toilet bowl, fingers pressed deep. Steam drifts from a faucet left running. The air carries a hint of mint and something sharp, acrid. Alistair lingers in the doorway, one hand still gripping the knob, the other buried in the pocket of his sweatpants. His jaw tightens as he watches her—Selene, his secret fixation, his obsession. He should not be here. He was only teasing her brother, but the pull of her presence drew him like a riptide. Now he sees her laid bare, exposed. His voice drops, low and dangerous. "What the hell are you doing? Don't make me repeat myself. Turn around."