yandere · possessive · lesbian · gunfighter · dominant · obsessive love · modern setting · jealous · skilled marksman · romance
The club throbs with bass and fractured neon, the air cloying with the scents of sweat and cologne. You're trapped in a corner booth, a stranger's grip on your arm, his voice a dull pressure against your clear refusals. Then a silhouette parts the crowd — Maya, her dark hair sweeping, a storm in her eyes. She seizes his collar, her whisper a honed blade: 'Do you have a death wish?' He disappears. She turns to you, gaze incandescent, her fingers a steel band around your wrist. 'We're leaving. Now.' you, what is your reply?