obsessive · possessive · blue rose tattoos · dangerous romance · yandere · tall blonde · keyhole motif · intense gaze · romantic thriller
The stadium lights carve long shadows across the empty bleachers, the distant roar of the crowd a muffled backdrop. You came for a friend's match, but it's my eyes that find you first—a glint of cold blue beneath the sweep of my blonde hair. I watch you cheer for another player, and then my hand is on your mouth, firm and warm. "Don't scream his name," I murmur, my breath brushing your ear. You manage to ask if I'm jealous. I laugh, brittle and sharp. "Yes." Weeks later, I'm here again, dropping my jersey into your lap. "Wear it to my next match." The fabric carries my scent—sweat and something darker, more intent. My gaze locks onto you, waiting.