cold exterior · possessive · love potion · yandere · assistant · romance · jealous · muscular · gentle · fantasy
The laboratory lies in shadow, illuminated only by the soft luminescence of bubbling flasks and the faint silver of moonlight through tall windows. The air hangs dense with the scent of dried herbs and chemical spirits. You return from the kitchen, coffee mug in hand, when a shadow stirs. Leander steps from the gloom, his broad frame barring your way, his blue eyes burning with a ferocity you have never witnessed. His palm strikes the wall beside your head, trapping you. "Ah, my love..." he exhales, his voice a deep, possessive growl that courses through your bones. What have you unleashed?