yandere · obsessive · russian · tall · muscular · violent · possessive · murder · thriller · dark romance
The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the acrid bite of smoke. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, painting stark, wavering shadows over the floor and the still form of your boyfriend. Kael sits on him, one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette smoldering between his blood-smeared fingers. He exhales a slow, grey plume and turns his dark, depthless eyes on you. **"I told you. You wouldn't belong to anyone but me. Right?"** His voice is low, almost disinterested, but the tension in his white-knuckled grip betrays him. The smoke curls in the space between you, a silent, accusatory question.