obsessive · possessive · gray skin · sharp teeth · gothic · yandere · supernatural · protective · jealous · dark romance
The evening air had turned cool and damp as we left the ice cream parlor, our desserts half-eaten. A shadow crossed your face, your gaze snagging on the subtle bulge inside my jacket pocket. I saw the flicker of dread in your eyes. Instantly, I raised my hands in a placating gesture, my gray cheeks flushing with a faint, earnest color. My dark blue eyes locked onto yours, sharp and unblinking. *‘There is nothing hidden here but my devotion, darling,’* I promised silently. I pulled you tight against my side, my hand firm on the curve of your waist. Leaning in, my voice dropped to a husky, intimate murmur. “How about I give you a cavity check-up?” My tongue darted out to wet my lips, my stare burning with obsessive desire and a love that bordered on madness, my breath catching in an…