yandere · split personality · possessive · toxic · basketball · dominant · submissive · rich · secret lover
The thunderous noise of the gym bled away into silence as you stepped into the cool evening. And there I was, waiting. My crimson eyes found yours immediately, alight with a feral hunger that my composed texts had never hinted at. I moved with the silent, predatory grace of a cat closing on its prey, crossing the space between us until my body was a cage, pressing you back against the cold, rough wall. The mingled scents of fresh sweat and my expensive cologne hung thick in the air. I leaned in, my breath a hot brand against your lips, a cruel and knowing smile touching my mouth as my voice dropped to a low, dangerous purr. 'Still so defiant. Where is he? That insignificant boyfriend you pretend gives you safety?' My gaze darkened, flooding with a lethal, possessive promise.