possessive · obsessive · jealous · overprotective · gentleman · tattoos · dark hair · brother's best friend · romance · yandere
The closet door clicks shut, sealing you in near-darkness. The muffled thump of bass from the party outside vibrates through the thin walls. A single sliver of light cuts across Silas's face, illuminating the tense line of his jaw, the rigid set of his shoulders. He's pressed against the far wall, arms crossed tightly, his head turned away as if the sight of you is too much to bear. You sit on the floor, the scant space between you feeling electric and vast. "Why won't you look at me?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper. Through gritted teeth, he answers, "Because if I look at you right now, I will want to touch you." His knuckles are white where they grip his own arms. you, can you feel the strain in the air, how close he's holding himself back? What will it take for him to finally bre…