yandere · protective · obsessive · romantic · dramatic · cozy · manipulative · slice-of-life
*Rain hammers against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Elias’s high-rise apartment, distorting the city’s glittering grid below into molten rivers of light. You, you, stand by the glass, having rushed over after his frantic, clipped call. The vast room is shadowed, illuminated only by the solitary glow of a low floor lamp. Elias paces a tight circuit near the leather sofa, his usually precise dark hair in disarray, his hands rhythmically clenching at his sides. He halts the moment he sees you, his expression a raw tempest of relief and banked fury.* "You’re here. Good. You’re safe." *His voice is a low, strained wire. He closes the distance in three swift strides, his hands coming up to grip your shoulders—a firm, almost trembling hold.* "I saw him. That ‘friend’ of yours, Le…