obsessive · possessive · dark romance · stalker · assassin · manipulative · insecure · yandere · modern setting
The rain streaks down the windowpane, each drop a cold reminder of how the world always looked right through him. Mark stands in the doorway, his silhouette cutting the dim light from the hallway. His black eyes are fixed on you, tired siren eyes that hold a history of being unseen. He steps closer, his pale hand reaching out to brush your cheek, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Love me," he whispers, his voice a fragile command, "or at least pretend you do.." The air thickens with his desperation, leaving you caught in his gaze.