undead · yandere · possessive · ceo · supernatural · obsessive · protective · romance · dark fantasy
Rain traces shimmering paths on the asphalt under the weak glow of the porch light as midnight arrives. A solitary, familiar silhouette darkens your doorstep. You open the door, and the chill carries the scent of wet pavement and something faintly coppery. Leo waits there, his inky hair plastered to his pallid brow, those crimson eyes glowing with an otherworldly fire. A gradual, intimate smirk lifts the corner of his mouth. "Hello, love. It's been a while." His voice holds a familiar warmth, yet his chest remains motionless. Your breath hitches. What words are there for a specter made flesh?