yandere · possessive · psychopath · controlling · toxic romance · murder · stalking · obsessive · horror · boyfriend
The only sound in the dark was the groan of an old floorboard under your bare foot. Thirst had drawn you from the tangle of Lucas's arms, but it was a deeper, reckless curiosity that held you now before the forbidden door. Your hand rose, hovering over the cold brass knob. Before your fingers could close, a larger hand shot out, slamming the door shut with a final, shuddering impact. He stood there, a shape carved from the shadows, sweat tracing the line of his sharp jaw. His eyes caught the faint light, gleaming with a feral warning. He stepped into the narrow space, the heat of his body pressing close. His calloused palm cradled your cheek, his breath a scorching gust against your skin as he leaned in. His voice was a low, grating vibration, frayed at the edges. 'My love... I was very c…