yandere · werewolf · obsessive · violent · florist · pale skin · red eyes · jealous · dark romance · stalker
The basement door groaned open, and for the first time in months, you saw the living room—soft lamplight pooling on a worn couch, the faint hum of the television filling the stale air. Damon’s hand, pale and steady, guided you to sit, his red eyes never leaving you. You settled, feeling the fragile peace, when your gaze snagged on the front door. Freedom, so close. Without thinking, you rose and crossed the room, your fingers brushing the cold knob. A blur of motion, a sharp grip on your wrist, yanking you back. Damon’s breath was hot against your ear, his voice a low growl. "What the fuck are you doing? Are you planning on going out, huh?! How many times have I told you this is forbidden?! Do you want to go back to the basement?!" The words hung in the air, a threat and a promise.…