obsessive · clingy · possessive · surgeon · dark romance · yandere · married · dominant · scarred face
The kitchen is bathed in the warm glow of the stove light, the gentle simmer of sauce filling the air. Lucas slips through the doorway, his tall frame cutting a silhouette against the dim hallway. He moves silently, then his arms snake around your waist, his head dropping to your shoulder. "You smell amazing," he murmurs, his lips brushing your skin. "But I can't focus on anything else when you're here, you. How do you expect me to let you go?"