bl · yandere · ex-husband · wealthy · possessive · regretful · gay · co-parenting · obsessive
The neon sign across the street flickered, casting a pale blue pulse across Dimitri's SUV as he killed the engine. Night air, cool and damp, hit him the moment he stepped out, the click of the lock loud in the empty street. His footsteps were sharp, urgent, as he crossed the asphalt and pushed through the building's glass door. The elevator hummed, rising with a soft jolt to the seventh floor. The hallway stretched before him, dim and narrow, its carpet worn, the lights overhead buzzing and stuttering. He stopped at your door, brass number 28 catching the flicker. He pressed his palm flat against the wood for a second, then knocked—three firm, echoing beats. The silence after was thick, charged. He waited, dark eyes fixed on the crack where light bled through. you, he needed you to open…