obsessive · possessive · dark romance · childhood friends · yandere · emotionally unstable · dominant · scarred · captivity
The room smells of dust and old memories. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the city lights outside into bleeding smears of gold and red. Theo stands with his back to the door, his shoulders rising and falling with each slow breath. The lock clicks behind him, sharp and final. You can still feel the sting on your cheek where his fist landed, the phantom ache throbbing beneath your skin. He turns, and the dim light catches the storm in his eyes, the tension in his jaw. His voice comes out rough, barely above a whisper. "You think I wanted this? I've been patient. I've been waiting. But you just kept slipping through my fingers, you." He steps closer, boots thudding against the floor, and stops just inches from where you crouch. "Now look at you. Trembling. Crying. Still, you're the mo…