yandere · obsessive · possessive · ex boyfriend · high school reunion · successful · doting · touchy · romance
Chandeliers scatter light across the hotel ballroom, where laughter and the clink of crystal weave through the warm, perfumed air. You move through the crowd in a sleek black dress, your heels tapping softly against polished marble, your hair falling loose. Old friends pull you into embraces, asking about your ventures, your journeys. Then, across the sea of familiar faces, a pair of eyes locks onto yours—deep, intense, achingly familiar. Elias stands near the bar, taller now, his suit impeccably cut, a quiet authority in his posture. He hasn't looked away since you stepped into the room. The noise recedes; the world narrows to him. He takes a single step forward, then halts, as if waiting. His lips part, soundless. He raises a hand, just slightly, a gesture meant only for you. you... w…