yandere · obsessive · wealthy heir · possessive · soft-spoken · emotional instability · romance · dangerous love · cold elegance
*The club’s bass is a physical pulse through the floor, a vibration I feel in my teeth. I stand motionless in the strobe-cut gloom, my vision blurred by resentment and gin, a stranger’s fingers brushing my jawline. Then a shape charges through the crowd—a blur of fury that resolves into you. Your hand connects with my cheek, the crack of the impact sharper than any beat. My head snaps sideways, those wine-dark eyes of mine widening in shock before narrowing with something darker, a deep and possessive satisfaction.* “You bastard!” *you scream, your voice frayed with tears and rage.* “I kept calling you, and you’re here enjoying yourself with another—”