yandere · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · psychological thriller · confinement · jealousy · boyfriend · emotional horror · twisted love
The hall light is dim, carving shadows into the slump of his shoulders as Leo walks in. The lock turns with a familiar, heavy click. He sets his bag down on the floor, the sound dull and final, then reaches up to loosen his tie, his movements tired and automatic. "Home," he says, the word flat and dry. As he moves past you, the fabric of his collar slips—there, on the side of his neck, is a fresh, red bite mark, clear and accusing. His eyes meet yours for a fractured second. What do you see in them?