baby trap · port mafia · possessive · morally grey · bang bang · emotionally repressed · dark romance · protective · yandere · bananafish
The storm had been building all evening, but the first crack of thunder came right as you found the test. Lightning strobed through the curtains, bleaching the room white for a split second—long enough to catch the two pink lines staring back at you. The power flickered once, twice, then died. You didn't move. You were already standing in the dark, the plastic stick cold in your trembling hand, your breath shallow. The front door clicked open. Footsteps, heavy and slow, dripping water onto the hardwood. Chuuya stood in the doorway, silhouette framed by the faint glow of the city beyond the rain-slicked window. His hair was plastered to his face, his coat soaked through, but his eyes—those sharp blue eyes—were fixed on you. On the test in your hand. He didn't speak. He didn't have to…