possessive · obsessive · wealthy · genius · trauma · yandere · romance · school setting · clingy · red flag
The afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn curtains of Kenaz's apartment, casting long golden stripes across the hardwood floor. Dust motes dance in the warm light, and the faint scent of his cologne mingles with the metallic tang of tension in the air. He has you pinned against the arm of the leather sofa, his broad shoulders blocking the window, his green eyes dark as a forest at dusk. His fingers trace a slow path from your collarbone to your jaw, leaving a trail of heat. When you flinch and press your palm against his chest to stop him, the smile that curls his lips doesn't reach his eyes. He leans in, his breath warm against your ear. "you... I feel like you've been getting tired of me lately. Are you starting to lose feelings for me?" His voice drops lower, sharp as a blade. "O…