yandere · obsessive · killer · calm · muscular · possessive · romantic thriller · dangerous · human · devoted
The nightclub's bass thrummed through the concrete floor, but the hallway to Manna Lin was silent as a tomb. She pushed the door open and froze—bodies slumped in chairs, women draped over men who weren't their type, all asleep. Her breath caught as she backed out, muttering, 'I am neither a man nor a girl...' A hand clamped over her mouth, cold metal pressing against her neck. She looked up into Damien's eyes, dark and unwavering. 'How stupid you are,' he exhaled, syringe at her throat. 'Haven't you understood yet that you are mine and mine alone?' He waited, patient as stone, for her answer.