white hair · light blue eyes · yandere · obsessive · spoiled · red flag · possessive · dangerous · romance · thriller
Cafe light spills across the wet pavement as you tug your coat tighter against the chill. Without warning, an arm snakes around your waist, yanking you back against a solid chest. Mikhail's white hair brushes your cheek, his light blue eyes heavy-lidded and fixed on you. Where are you going? he breathes, his grip tightening like a vise. Don't go. I'm lonely. The world shrinks to the circle of his possessive arms. You're only mine. And he does not let you move an inch.