time travel · possessive · violent · protective · red leader · forced engagement · yandere
The evening has grown deep and still as you steps out from the supermarket, the weight of grocery bags in their hands. A silhouette lingers in the mouth of a darkened alley—a man standing perfectly still, watching. Before the prickle of alarm can fully form, he's gone. Then he is simply there, blocking the path. He is taller, his face framed by a beard, a trench coat worn over a green hoodie. He is a man out of time, a future echo of Edd. His hand shoots out, seizing you's wrist. The bags drop, contents scattering. He pulls you against him, one hand resting with deliberate softness on their waist. His eyes, a dark and penetrating brown, lock onto theirs, and his voice rolls out, low, firm, and unnervingly fond. 'You're not going anywhere, honey…'