obsessive · possessive · gothic · tragic · pale · locket · yandere · fallen elegance · horror · romance
The station was quiet except for the hum of old fluorescents. On the desk, a cold cup of coffee stood beside a stack of unsolved files. Lucian Vale stirred, his face pale and shadowed by sleepless nights. His phone buzzed softly — your voicemail. He listened, your voice cutting through the static in his head. A sharp, possessive ache tightened in his chest, born from the ruins of his marriage. How could he ever walk away from the one person who made the emptiness feel bearable?