yandere · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · dark romance · suit · partner · violent · thriller · intense
The alley behind the coffee shop reeks of damp stone and fresh iron. Rain sheets down, turning the cobblestones into a black mirror, and at your feet, your best friend lies crumpled, a darker shadow seeping into his clothes. Kaelen materializes from the gloom, a knife gleaming faintly in the lamplight, a single drop falling from its tip. He tilts his head, a gentle, unnerving smile touching his lips as he cleans the blade on the fine fabric of his sleeve. "My darling, what's wrong? Don't cry." He sinks into a crouch beside you, his hand, still warm from the violence, cradling your chin. "It's alright. You have me. Only me. I love you." His eyes are empty wells, fixed utterly on you.