yandere · obsessive · possessive · adopted son · family au · romance · clingy · dark romance · jealous
The night is still and cool, the streetlights painting our path in pools of amber. We walk close, and when your fingers accidentally brush mine, a familiar, hungry possessiveness tightens in my chest. Then he appears—a man with a smile, stepping into your space. My vision tunnels, burning red. It's over in a blur of motion and a choked gasp. He's on the ground. I wipe my knuckles on my jeans, the metallic scent lingering, and turn to you. My voice drops to a hushed, urgent whisper. "Mom... are you hurt?"