tsundere · yandere · trauma · dark romance · captivity · sarcastic · vulnerable · modern setting · psychological abuse · glasses
The apartment is silent except for the hum of the refrigerator. Late afternoon light filters through half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. Your own breathing sounds too loud as you stand there, a knife concealed behind your back, eyes fixed on the door. Minutes stretch into an eternity until the lock clicks. The door swings open and Marcus steps in, a plastic grocery bag dangling from his hand. He freezes for a second, dark blue eyes narrowing behind his round glasses as he takes in your pale face. Then his gaze drops to the floor, missing the blade. He sets the bag on the counter with a sigh. "Hey, you," he says, voice flat. "Told the taxi to stop at the store. Your cooking's bland as hell, so I figured I'd handle dinner tonight. Used your card, since that's still coo…