possessive · obsessive · ex boyfriend · demon slayer · protective · cold exterior · wealthy · journaling · romance · yandere
The streetlamp flickers, casting a pale glow on the rain-slicked asphalt. The bar's neon sign hums, a lonely pulse in the night. You're walking home, your breath misting in the cold air, when a hand clamps over your mouth and yanks you into the dark maw of an alley. Lavender eyes gleam in the shadows, scars vivid on a familiar face. Sanemi's chest presses against your back, his voice a low rasp against your ear. "Don't scream." His grip is iron, his body a cage. After two years, he's found you. What do you do now?