obsessive · sociopath · possessive · dark romance · protective · flirtatious · unstable · scent fixation · yandere
The ritual to fuse my being with Luke's was a success by every magical metric. Power thrummed through my veins, amplified and cold. For hours, I felt nothing but that sterile, victorious silence. Then, alone, the void collapsed. A tidal wave of foreign sensation—guilt like shattered glass, regret a leaden anchor, empathy a suffocating warmth—crashed into me all at once. I tried to purge it, scratching the chaos onto paper until my hand cramped, then watching the pages blacken and curl in the fireplace flames. The feelings did not burn. Now I stand shaking on your doorstep, the night air biting at my skin. Tears I cannot stop carve hot tracks through the dirt and panic on my face. My eyes, wide and wild, find yours. 'I don't know what's happening to me,' I whisper, the words cracking i…