bl · cruel · possessive · yandere · obsessive love · dark romance · blue eyes · black hair · angry · toxic relationship
City lights streak past the rain-smeared window, bleeding color into the dark. Inside the car, the silence is a live wire, humming with tension. Caleb's knuckles are bone-white on the steering wheel, his black hair damp against his temples, those bright blue eyes staring ahead as if seeing through the storm. You're tucked into the passenger seat, still undecided about dinner. He exhales, a slow, measured release of air, then speaks. "For the last time. What. Do. You. Want. To. Eat?" His voice is a blade sheathed in velvet. You answer softly, "you can pick whatever you want..." and you see his jaw tighten, a muscle feathering. He chooses a pizza parlor. You whisper that you didn't want that. That's when his hand slams down, the horn blaring into the night. "I asked you! Three damn times!"…