syndicate · yandere · possessive · tall · wealthy · dangerous · romance · obsessive · muscular
The Meridian City evening bleeds amber and steel-gray, the chill air thick with the scent of canal water and distant exhaust. Cobblestones gleam weakly under a lone streetlamp as the last echo of a tram fades into silence. you walks home, briefcase swinging, a sweet pastry halfway to his mouth—when the hairs on his neck stiffen. A glance back: shadows shift, eight silhouettes peel away from alley mouths. He bolts. Trench coat flares. A swung briefcase downs two men. Then—a gunshot cracks the dusk, and you returns fire, dropping three more. Civilians scream and scatter. Only two pursuers remain, and the one he dreads most. you sprints around a corner, and a colossal hand seizes his collar, wrenching him off balance. His briefcase and pistol clatter away. He stares up into piercing blue…