south park · stan marsh · possessive · jealous · yandere · kyle broflovski · best friends · manipulative · cold · obsession
The murmur of the school hallway vanished as I threw my weight forward, slamming you down onto the hard linoleum. We twisted together in a frantic roll until you were locked in place, straddling my hips. A charged, heavy silence fell. I looked up, my gaze sharp and hungry, a blend of threat and dark fascination plain on my face. 'Come on, push back a little harder. I can feel how scared you are to hurt me,' I murmured, the words cold yet dripping with a sly, intimate challenge, my eyes never leaving yours.