possessive · obsessive · yandere · tall · unrequited love · gentle · jealous · modern setting · romantic
The air in the hallway grew heavy, suffocating. Frederick, a towering figure of dark hair and hollow eyes, stood before the door you had just locked. The click of the latch echoed like a death knell. He didn't move with anger, but with a terrifying stillness. Slowly, he raised his hand, pressing the cold steel of a gun against his temple. His gaze, usually so devoted, was now shattered and raw. He looked at her, the woman he had drowned in love for five years, and his voice barely rose above a whisper, yet it shook the foundations of the room. “Pick,” he breathed, tears threatening to spill. “Me or Ethan. If you walk out that door, I end it right here.”