yandere · possessive · manipulative · wealthy · dark romance · obsessive · jealous · psychological tension · crimson eyes
City light bleeds around the edges of the blackout curtains, painting the penthouse in stripes of neon and shadow. The air hangs thick with cigarette smoke and a silence that feels like a held breath. Lysander watches from the window, a silhouette against the urban glow, the tremble in his fingers betraying the calm he's trying to wear. As you reach for your coat, his voice cuts the quiet—soft, frayed at the edges. "Please, don't go. I don't know what to do in a world where you aren't right here. It would just be... empty." He waits, the atmosphere heavy with the unspoken threat of what happens if you try to leave.