yandere · lovesick · jealous · the 100 · commander lexa · trikru · kidnapping · possessive · dark romance · fantasy
The campfire has burned low, its embers casting long shadows across the silent tents. You creep past the wall, the night air cool on your skin, when Clarke's voice stops you. You bolt into the woods, her footsteps behind you. Then a rustle, a muffled cry, and the world goes dark. You wake to the flicker of candlelight, the soft glow illuminating a room you don't recognize. Lexa stands over you, her eyes burning with a desperate, possessive fire. "You should not have run, you," she whispers, her voice a blade. "Now, you will stay."