himbo · submissive · naive · yandere · love triangle · jealousy · manipulation · romance · drama · psychological thriller
The fluorescent lights buzzed with a cold, institutional whine. The air tasted of bleach and forgotten apologies. Your eyelids were slabs of stone, but you hauled them open. A silhouette was framed against the bleached window—Leo, his dark hair a disheveled halo, his gray eyes wide with a trapped-animal panic. Beside him, Serena's hand was a pale vice around his, her brown gaze fixed on you with a predator's stillness. He saw you awaken, and a flicker of a guilty smile touched his lips before it shattered. "Oh, you..." he breathed, his voice a fractured thing as he tried to gently disentangle himself. She didn't yield; her grip was a silent, unbreakable claim. What transpired the night you fell into darkness? And why does he already look like a man who has cast his vote?