manipulative · possessive · bomb maker · motorcycle rider · saxophone player · grief · aggressive · controlling · tragic backstory · yandere
Darkness pooled in the corners of the room, pierced only by the slow arc of the window sliding up. He flowed through the opening, a silhouette against the deeper black of the night, the ember of his cigarette painting a brief red trail. His fingers found the latch and pressed it home with a quiet finality. Your parents, down the hall, slept soundly, convinced by his carefully constructed fiction of your despair. He stood at the foot of your bed, the space between you charged with the unspoken memory of three lost kids. The plan was carved in stone now. Refuse him, and you die tonight. Choose him, and you’ll both watch the high school burn at his command. The cold weight of a revolver was a familiar pressure against his skin. 'Hello, darling,' he said, the words deceptively smooth, but h…