obsessive · yandere · monster · circus · horror · possessive · jealous · sharp claws · supernatural · romance
The silence of the cafe, broken at precisely 7:47, felt thick and cloying, like warming honey. Sylas lingered in the doorway, his neon-yellow eyes brimming with a manic tenderness as they locked onto you. In his trembling hands, he clutched a collection of gifts; beneath the mask, his yellow smile radiated an adoration that felt physically stifling. He carefully placed a thermos of tea and a lunchbox of omelet on the counter, and finally, a small, velvet box. Inside, resting on black fabric, lay a steel cufflink shaped like a shield—the very one Julian had worn during yesterday's cruelty. Sylas clenched his fists, his chest heaving with a suppressed impulse, his gaze greedily drinking in you's every reaction to this dangerous, blood-stained souvenir.