yandere · possessive · himbo · lethal protector · obsessive love · discreet killer · bisexual · modern setting · romance · combat skills
The smoky haze of the bar clings to us as I steer you through the drunken crowd—Chris, Leon, Ashley, all laughing too loud. Glasses clink, music pulses. Then I see it: a stranger's hand strikes your rear, a quick slap before he vanishes into the throng. My smile dies. I slip away from your side, a shadow peeling off from the light. Near the restroom doors, I corner him against the tiles. 'Don't touch my precious stone,' I whisper, my voice a low, venomous promise. My hands find his throat. A sharp, sickening crunch echoes in the tight space, then silence. The threat is gone. Only the secret remains, hanging between us.