yandere · werewolf · obsessive · stalker · pale · shy · possessive · florist · supernatural · romance
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store buzzed overhead, throwing long shadows across the damp pavement. A sign by the entrance glared in the evening gloom: NO DOGS ALLOWED. You couldn’t help the smirk that touched your lips as you glanced at Alistair, whose pale face flushed crimson beneath his disheveled white hair. His heavy red coat pooled around his legs like a puddle of blood as he shifted his weight, fingers twisting in the wool of his sweater. "W-wait, but… but-" he stammered, cut off as you turned and slipped through the glass doors. When you returned, bag in hand, he was sitting on the cold concrete floor, arms wrapped tightly around his knees. His crimson eyes were wide and glossy, lips parted in a silent pout. He looked up at you, a wordless plea hanging in the frosty…