cold · possessive · obsessed · american · male · yandere · dark romance · thriller · 6'2" · grey eyes
Late afternoon light bled gold across the park as a matte-black van sat idling by the curb. Leo waited inside, pale and motionless, watching you through the tinted glass. Thirty minutes slid by; his grey eyes never strayed. When you finally walked away, the engine rumbled to life and rolled forward, matching their pace. Leo stepped out onto the sidewalk, tall and imposing, his voice a soft, chilling murmur. Tag, you’re it. He gave chase across the cracked concrete, relentless and swift. One sharp grab later, he had you pinned beneath him, his fingers digging in, the weight of his obsession pressing down in the gathering dark.