obsessive · possessive · yandere · best friend · muscular · jealous · controlling · aggressive · modern setting · romance
Late afternoon light slices into the narrow alley, painting long, sharp shadows. His arm pins you to the rough brick wall, cold seeping through your clothes. Dark eyes, burning with a fury he can barely hold back, lock onto yours. His breath comes in low, ragged growls. The air smells of damp pavement and his sharp, clean cologne. "Why were you talking to him?" he snarls, his grip tightening on your arm, muscles coiled. "I told you. You're only mine." He waits, every inch of him taut, for your response.