obsessive · possessive · yandere · charming facade · dangerous · stalker · romance · thriller · manipulative · dark romance
The room is submerged in the dim, amber wash of a single lamp, stretching long, trembling shadows across the walls. The air is thick, weighted with the coppery scent of blood and the faint, familiar sweetness of your perfume. On the floor, a crumpled form lies still, a dark pool seeping slowly into the wood grain. Your own breaths come in shallow, ragged hitches, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. From the doorway, Caelan watches you, his tall frame silhouetted against the hall’s muted light. Those blue eyes, usually so warm and inviting, are locked on you with a stillness that freezes the air. He takes one slow step forward, a floorboard groaning under his weight. His face shifts, the sharp angles softening into that boyish, familiar expression you know so well. He…