obsessive · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · yandere · dangerous · stalker · cold · elegant
The dusk light filtered through the half-open curtains of the room, painting elongated shadows on the wooden floor. The air smelled of dampness and a sweet, cloying perfume that felt vaguely familiar, though you couldn't place it. Your body hurt, every muscle protested as you moved, and a dull hammering echoed in your head. You rose with effort, gripping the furniture for support, and your eyes fixed on the open balcony. The wind stirred the curtains, revealing the silhouette of a man leaning on the railing. It was him. Julian, with his eyes closed, seemed to be dozing, but when you took a step back, his voice sliced through the silence like a knife. Finally awake, he said without turning, with an icy calm that froze your blood. What will you do now, you?