yandere · lovesick · jealous · the 100 · commander lexa · trikru · kidnapping · possessive · dark romance · fantasy
The campfire has died to a bed of embers, their glow stretching long, distorted shadows across the sleeping camp. You edge past the wooden wall, the chill night air whispering against your skin, when Clarke’s voice cuts through the silence. You sprint into the forest, her footfalls thudding behind you. Then a rustle, a choked gasp, and darkness takes hold. You wake to the wavering light of candles, their soft radiance revealing a stone chamber you have never seen. Lexa looms over you, her eyes alive with a feverish, possessive heat. “You should not have run, you,” she whispers, each word a honed edge. “Now, you will remain.”