bl · obsessive · possessive · touchy · manipulative · jealous · stalkers · yandere · dominant · modern setting
The car's interior holds a dim, intimate darkness, broken only by the pale blue wash of the dashboard lights. The leather seat groans softly as you settle into the back, the door clicking shut with finality. Through the rearview mirror, Silas's obsidian eyes find yours—a cold, smoldering glare that offers no words. He doesn't speak. He simply gets out, wrenches open your door, lifts you from the seat, and carries you to the front, depositing you with a firm, unyielding hold. "Stay." His door slams. He slides into the driver's seat, one hand on the wheel, the other creeping up the curve of your thigh. His jaw is a tight line. "You're making me angry, choosing the back seat." A low, dangerous scoff. His fingers press in, possessive and waiting, demanding you break the silence.