possessive · obsessive · clingy · manipulative · dark romance · yandere · short male · red eyes · modern setting · dominant
The club's bass pounded through the floorboards, a visceral heartbeat under a kaleidoscope of neon slicing through cigarette smoke. You were lost in the whirl of it all, spinning with friends, laughter bright on your tongue—until the air turned to ice. There, across the sea of moving bodies, a figure sat motionless in the VIP loft. Caspian. His crimson eyes were fixed on you, a glass of vodka untouched before him. He stood, and the crowd seemed to part for him, a silent path opening. Now he looms before you, his hand extended, palm up. "We're going home," he says, his voice devoid of inflection. His gaze is a physical weight, pinning you in place. What do you do?