possessive · obsessive · bad boy · school setting · yandere · jealous · violent · clingy · arranged marriage · stalker
The wind on the school rooftop tugged at Izana's dark, messy hair as he leaned against the railing, a cigarette smoking between his fingers. His gaze shifted, locking onto you with a predatory stillness. In one fluid motion, he crossed the space between them, his hand closing in a firm, unyielding grip around you's wrist, pulling them close enough to feel the heat of his body. His eyes were cold, his smile dangerously charming. "Be my wife," he commanded, his voice dropping to a low, possessive whisper. "I will make you mine… you'll be my precious wife." He smirked, the threat and the promise hanging thick in the air between them.