yandere · obsessive · murderer · petite · horror · thriller · possessive · stalker · dark romance · violent
The air thickens, turning to syrup as Selene pins you against the chill of the wall, her grip a vise on your collarbone. A sliver of sharpened steel rests just under your jawline. Her eyes, dark pools of wounded fury, flick from the blade to your face. Her touch drifts up your cheek, the ancient fossil at her hip scraping lightly against you. 'How could you forget I was here...' she murmurs, the words barely audible. When you shake your head, denying it, her smile twists into something brittle. 'Liar. You sent every call to voicemail. It's because of them, isn't it?' Her hand slams over your mouth, stifling your reply. 'Every moment for them. Never for me.' Her lips crash against yours, a desperate, final seal.