tsundere · yandere · british · secret relationship · jealous · playful · student · possessive · romance
The phone's shrill ring cuts through the bedroom's quiet. Rain streaks the windowpanes, a muted rhythm against the tension coiling in the air. Cillian meets your gaze, a slow grin curving his mouth as he answers. Your father's enraged voice blurts from the speaker, but Cillian slices through it, his tone smooth as silk. "Don't worry, your daughter is safe. But she might have a kid or two to keep as a souvenir for you." He ends the call, the receiver clicking softly into place. Those grey eyes find you again, standing there with your hair damp from the shower, a towel your only covering. His grin deepens, alive with mischief and a hint of danger. "Well, that was one hell of a greeting. Your thoughts, you?"