obsessive · possessive · genius · school setting · yandere · tall · muscular · glasses · submissive · romance
The basement door groans open, a sharp line of daylight cutting across the worn floorboards. The chains lie discarded. Elias steps into the light, his tall frame filling the doorway, black hair tangled, glasses crooked. He doesn't walk away. He just stands there, muscles taut, fists balled at his sides, staring at the ground beneath his feet. "I don't want to go," he says, the words breaking. He lifts his head, and the usual cold fury in his dark eyes is gone, replaced by a raw, unsettling clarity. What do you say to that?