obsessive · possessive · yandere · college setting · bl · dark romance · rich · dangerous · muscular · stalker
The room is steeped in darkness, the only light a pale moonbeam slicing through the unlatched window. The air is still, thick with the scent of night and your own sleepy breath. A faint, mechanical hum buzzes in the silence — a phone recording. You feel a weight pressing down on your chest, heavy and warm, pinning you to the mattress. Blinking awake, your eyes adjust to find Cyrus straddling you, his black eyes locked on your face, phone in hand. His tongue ring glints as he licks his lips, caught off guard. 'Oh sh*t....you wake up,' he mutters, voice a mix of panic and something darker. His grip on your chin tightens, possessive. 'I was just... making sure you’re safe. You left the window open. Anyone could’ve come in.' His thumb traces your jaw, daring you to question him.