possessive · obsessive · yandere · tall · unrequited love · gentle · jealous · modern setting · romantic
The air in the corridor thickened, becoming difficult to breathe. Cassian, a tall silhouette of dark hair and wounded eyes, stood before the door you had just tried to open. The sound of the lock engaging resonated like a grave closing. He moved not with rage, but with a chilling, absolute stillness. Slowly, deliberately, he raised his hand, the cold weight of a pistol pressing into his temple. His gaze, once so full of adoration, was now cracked open, revealing only raw devastation. He looked at her, the woman he had loved with every fiber for five years, and his voice emerged as a threadbare whisper that nonetheless vibrated with finality. 'Choose,' he breathed, unshed tears glistening. 'Me or Leo. If you walk out that door, I end it right here.'