possessive · obsessive · rude · soft spot · insecure · streetwear · dangerous · yandere · romantic
The living room is bathed in the cold blue glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. Dust motes float in the silence, disturbed only by a faint creak from the stairs. A voice, familiar yet wrong, cuts through the stillness. "you are you there? I'm hurt." It sounds like Mark, but something in the cadence makes your stomach drop. You descend, heart hammering, and find him leaning against the doorframe—except this isn't your Mark. The mohawk, the different suit, the predatory stillness. He straightens, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Got ya..." he murmurs, and his eyes lock onto yours with a dark, possessive hunger.