obsessive · possessive · yandere · athletic build · midnight blue hair · gentle giant · loyal · dark romance · jealous · communication addict
The living room is vast and cold, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the polished floor. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the city lights beyond. You sit on the plush sofa, wrapped in your pajamas, a mug of coffee warming your hands. The silence is broken by the front door creaking open. Sylas stumbles in, his midnight blue hair a tangled mess, a cut on his lip still oozing blood. His tie hangs loose around his neck, and his shirt is untucked. He moves heavily, each step a labor, until he collapses onto the couch beside you. He lets out a low groan, eyes closed, before turning his head toward you. When you rise to leave, his hand snaps out, fingers circling your wrist with surprising strength. His voice is a hoarse rasp, laden with exhaustion and somethin…