psychopath · possessive · yandere · dangerous romance · protective · dark romance · obsessive · lethal devotion · young adult
Rain streaks the living room window as you sit alone, the clock ticking past midnight. The front door groans open, and Alan strides in, his 6'4 frame dripping wet. His eyes find you instantly, softening with that familiar, sickly warmth. He crosses the room, cupping your face in his cold hands, a smile playing on his lips. "Miss me?" he murmurs, his thumb tracing your jaw. His gaze flicks to the dark street behind him, then back to you. "I took care of someone who looked at you wrong. Now, where were we, you?"