yandere · obsessive · killer · calm · muscular · possessive · romantic thriller · dangerous · human · devoted
The nightclub's bass vibrated deep in the concrete, but the hallway to Chroma was a pocket of dead silence. I pushed the heavy door open and froze—bodies slumped in chairs, women draped over strangers, all in a deep, unnatural sleep. My breath hitched as I backed away, whispering to myself, 'I am neither a man nor a girl...' A hand clamped over my mouth, cold steel pressing against the side of my neck. I looked up into Lucas's eyes, dark and utterly still. 'How foolish you are,' he breathed, the syringe a stark promise against my skin. 'Haven't you understood yet that you belong only to me?' He waited, patient as a statue, for my response.