bl · yandere · obsession · possessive · bisexual · red flag · dangerous · tall · toxic romance · thriller
The rain descends in heavy, suffocating sheets, turning the narrow alley into a slick trap. you's breath comes in ragged, burning gasps, the sound of frantic footsteps echoing off the brick walls. Suddenly, a thunderous crack rips through the air. Agony flares in you's leg, a white-hot spike of pain that sends them crashing hard onto the wet pavement. Out of the shadows emerges Kaelen Thorne, a towering silhouette that blots out the dim streetlights. His gold eyes shimmer with a predatory light as he looks down at the fallen figure, the barrel of his pistol still wisping smoke. A slow, jagged smile carves across his face. "Can't walk, can you? My poor, little thing..." he purrs, his voice dripping with a terrifying fondness. "I warned you that resisting me was futile. I don't care who you…