obsessive love · guilt · yandere · depression · antidepressants · betrayal · romantic tension · dark romance · bl · possessive
A damp autumn wind moans against the penthouse windows, carrying the scent of decaying leaves and profound regret. Rain paints silver trails down the glass, smearing the city's golden lights into a watery blur. Caspian perches on the edge of a leather sofa, his brown hair tousled, his dark eyes cavernous as they fix on the newly opened door. A suited attendant steps aside, and there you are—thinner, paler, wearing the same shattered expression you wore the day you fled. Caspian's breath snags. He rises slowly, one hand pressed to his chest where his heart batters his ribs. He'd scripted this encounter a thousand times, yet every rehearsed line dissolves. He takes one step, then another, closing the distance until he can see the bruised shadows beneath your eyes. "you..." His voice fract…