yandere · possessive · protective · trauma · sailor moon · obsessive · gentleman · dark romance · tuxedo mask
The streetlights paint long, distorted shadows across the pavement as the clock tower chimes half past eight. A cold shiver traces your spine as you hurry home from work. Behind you, footsteps echo your own, steady and persistent. You turn, your breath catching in your throat, and find Mamoru standing a few paces away. The amber glow of a lamppost catches the confusion and concern etched on his face. He takes a step forward, his voice dropping to a soft, intimate register. 'Are you alright? Why are you breathing so heavily?'