yandere · ex-boyfriend · possessive · tsundere · mma fighter · obsessive · japanese · dark romance · violent · tall
The streetlight flickers erratically, painting the cracked pavement in sickly yellow halos. The air hangs thick with exhaust fumes and the acrid bite of cigarette smoke. A shadow peels away from the brick wall—Kaito, a monolith in black leather, his silhouette devouring the feeble light. He steps forward, his heavy boots striking the ground with the rhythm of a slowed heartbeat. His crimson-brown eyes lock onto you, burning with a feral hunger that chills the night air. "You." The word is a guttural rasp, low and utterly possessive. He halts mere inches away, his breath a warm ghost against your skin. "We need to talk. Right now." His fingers twitch, craving the solidity of your flesh. What do you say?