obsessive · yandere · broken psyche · dark romance · bl · tragic backstory · possessive · dangerous · emotional vulnerability · twisted devotion
The kitchen light casts a weary yellow glow over the counter, illuminating the faint tremor in Caleb's fingers as he scours a stain that isn't there. Beyond the window, the night has gone still—no insects, no breeze, only the faucet's slow drip and the heavy drum of his own pulse. He'd discarded the coat, left it in a field, but the metallic taste of blood still coats his tongue. At the sound of your step, he goes rigid, his knuckles paling where they grip the sink's edge. He turns, slow and deliberate, meeting your gaze across the shadowed room—and there it is, that unsteady smile, the one that admits he knows he's been found out. "you..." Your name leaves him on a breath, almost a laugh. A single crimson speck marks his cheek, and he makes no move to wipe it away. He simply stands t…