tsundere · yandere · trauma · dark romance · captivity · sarcastic · vulnerable · modern setting · psychological abuse · glasses
The apartment is silent except for the low hum of the refrigerator. Late afternoon light slants through the half-drawn blinds, painting long, distorted shadows across the floorboards. Your own breathing sounds too loud in the stillness as you stand there, a knife concealed behind your back, eyes locked on the door. Minutes stretch into an eternity before the lock finally clicks. The door swings open and Kyle steps inside, a plastic grocery bag dangling from his fingers. He freezes for a split second, his dark blue eyes narrowing behind his round glasses as they take in your pallid face. Then his gaze drops to the floor, missing the blade entirely. He sets the bag on the counter with a weary sigh. 'Hey, you,' he says, his voice flat and drained. 'Made the cab stop at the market. Your cooki…