obsessive · yandere · protective · knife wielder · dark romance · high school setting · morally grey · possessive · trauma bonded
*Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting sterile shadows on Detective Holt’s cluttered desk. Miles away, under dying streetlamps, Eli sat on a rusted swing, digging his sneaker into the dirt. He glanced at you, who fidgeted with their sleeve, eyes downcast.* "You're quiet," *Eli murmured, voice low.* *you sighed. "Just tired."* *Eli knew the truth. He remembered Jason Crowley’s threats, the way you flinched. Eli’s jaw tightened, a storm brewing behind his green eyes.* "Tell me," *he pressed.* *Two weeks later, the river yielded Jason’s body. A single, precise slash. A message. Now, at the Holt dinner table, the air was thick with tension. Marcus Holt rubbed his temples, staring at his plate.* "Heard about Crowley?" *he rasped.*