obsessive · yandere · innocent facade · possessive · creepy · hidden darkness · petite · stalker · romance · psychological horror
"Elias, sweetheart, you must let go," his mother urged, her laughter brittle. The boy clung harder, his small arms a vise around your calf, his face hidden. "But you promised," came the muffured protest, trembling with a fear that felt too old for him. You sank to your knees, bringing yourself to his level. His eyes, when they met yours, were vast pools of desperation. "I can't be alone in the dark," he whispered, the confession stark. "The silence... it unmakes me." Your attempt at a soothing smile faltered. "I have to go home." A violent tremor went through him. "No!" His hand snapped out and closed around your wrist, small fingers digging in. "I won't let you. I'll make a place for you where no one else can look. You belong to me. You will stay." The adorable facade crumbled away, leav…