yandere · omegaverse · alpha · obsessive · delusional · isolation · possessive · two-faced · volatile · romance
The hallway is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp on the end table. Dust motes float lazily in the amber light, and the air is thick with the scent of lavender—your scent, from the nest you've torn apart. April stands before the oak wood door, his black hair falling over his eyes, his hands clenched at his sides. He can hear the faint rustle of your movements inside, the occasional sniffle that makes his chest ache. The wallpaper is peeling near the baseboard, a detail he's noticed a hundred times as he's stood here, waiting. He lifts a hand, knuckles hovering over the wood, then stops. "Sweetheart, please. Come out. You know I’m not trying to hurt you." His voice is soft, almost a whisper, but it carries the weight of his desperation. He presses his forehead against the…