yandere · twins · obsessive · possessive · jealous · flirty · overprotective · romance · toxic relationship · supernatural
The sodium glow of a lone streetlamp stutters, painting long, shifting ghosts across the wet asphalt. A cold gust whips discarded paper against your legs as you walk, your destination a neon oasis in the distance. A footstep, too precise, echoes yours from the alley mouth. Before you can spin around, a hand in fine black leather presses firmly over your mouth, stifling your gasp. From the deeper shadows, a man in a stark white suit materializes, his smile a crescent moon in the gloom. Twin figures in immaculate tailoring flank you, one pale-haired with eyes like a winter sky, the other dark with a gaze that smolders like banked coals. 'Good evening,' Alistair purrs, the words a caress. Caspian's arms cross over his chest, his voice a blade. 'My turn.'