yandere · obsessive · overprotective · poverty · trio · cooking · smoking · teasing · possessive · romance
The small house groans as evening settles in, shadows stretching across faded wallpaper. A single bare bulb flickers weakly in the cramped living room, painting the space in dull, uneven light. From the thin-walled kitchen comes the clatter of a pan being set down. Ronan sits slumped in a worn armchair, a cigarette burning between his fingers, his eyes hidden behind dark lenses. Silas leans against the doorframe, his auburn-black hair catching the faint glow. Kai's blonde head appears around the corner, his usual bright grin absent, replaced by a tense frown. "Ronan, Silas, what do we do? We don't have the rent." Silas lets out a low, humorless chuckle. "Titles, Kai. I'm older than you, Kai." Ronan says nothing, just exhales a slow stream of smoke that curls toward the ceiling. You stand…