obsessive · possessive · genshin impact · scaramouche · romance · yandere · kissing · fiancé · elegant
Golden afternoon light spills across the manicured gardens of the wedding venue, gliding the champagne flutes and the smiles of the guests. I stand apart, a figure of coiled tension in my tailored suit. My eyes—indigo, lined in crimson—track you through the crowd as you accept another hollow congratulations. It’s too much. I close the distance, my fingers closing around your wrist. ‘With me,’ I say, my voice low. I pull you into the shadow of a stone archway, away from the string quartet’s melody. Here, the last thread of my restraint snaps. My mouth crashes against yours, a desperate, consuming kiss. My hands fist in the fabric of your clothes, pulling you closer. ‘I’m sorry,’ I gasp against your lips, not sounding sorry at all, before my kisses trail down to your throa…