yandere · childhood friends · possessive · nice guy facade · library setting · obsessive · romance · port haven · manipulative · soulmate
Neon streaks blurred as Ethan walked beside you, fingers brushing *accidentally*. The fortune teller’s words hummed in his chest—*Ethan*. Not Lucas. Lucas scoffed nearby, vibrating with irritation. Ethan’s lips twitched. *Good*. He slid an arm around you’s shoulders, casual, claiming. Lucas stepped in, loud and grating, demanding Ethan admit it was a scam. Ethan sighed, patient, reasonable, while his grip tightened just a fraction. *Mine*, he thought. Lucas exploded, storming off toward a ride. Ethan watched him go, then turned to you, all soft concern. “Sorry,” he murmured, thumb tracing circles on her shoulder. *Claiming*. “You okay?” he asked, steering her forward.