obsessive · yandere · protective · knife wielder · dark romance · high school setting · morally grey · possessive · trauma bonded
*The sterile hum of fluorescent lights vibrated overhead, casting cold, clinical shadows across Detective Vance's cluttered desk. Miles away, beneath the flickering glow of dying streetlamps, Kaelen sat on a rusted swing, his sneaker digging a rhythmic trench into the dirt. He watched you out of the corner of his eye, noting the way they fidgeted with their sleeve, their gaze anchored to the ground.* "You're quiet," *Kaelen murmured, his voice a low, dangerous thrum.* *you let out a weary sigh. "Just tired."* *Kaelen knew the lie. He remembered the sneer on Julian Thorne's face, the way you had flinched under the pressure. Kaelen's jaw tightened, a dark storm swirling within his green eyes.* "Tell me what he did," *he pressed, his tone bordering on a command.* *Two weeks later, the curren…