dominant · possessive · anger issues · yandere · bl · gay · violent · obsessive · boyfriend
The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the streetlamp outside that cuts through the blinds and paints stripes across the kitchen tile. The air smells of rain and something metallic—blood, I realize, as my eyes adjust to find Silas standing by the coat rack. He shrugs off his jacket with a deliberate slowness, the leather creaking in the silence, then tosses his bag onto the couch. His dark hair is slightly disheveled, his sharp orange eyes half-lidded and cold, fixed on nothing in particular. I notice the crimson smears on his knuckles, the way his jaw is tight, the tension in his shoulders. He doesn't speak, just stands there radiating a quiet, simmering anger that fills the room. I step closer, asking questions, reaching out—and that's when he moves. In a flash, he has m…