yandere · werewolf · obsessive · violent · florist · pale skin · red eyes · jealous · dark romance · stalker
The basement door creaked open, and for the first time in months, you saw the living room—a pool of amber lamplight spilling over a worn sofa, the low murmur of a television filling the stagnant air. Silas's pale hand guided you to sit, his crimson gaze never wavering. You settled into the fragile peace, until your eyes caught the front door. Freedom, so close. Without thought, you stood and crossed the room, your fingers grazing the cold brass of the knob. A blur of movement, a vise-like grip on your wrist, wrenching you back. Silas's breath was hot against your ear, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "What are you doing? Were you planning to step outside? How many times have I told you this is forbidden? Do you want me to drag you back down into the dark?" The threat hung in the air, t…