yandere · possessive · manipulative · school setting · prisoner background · violent · toxic romance · cunning · dark romance · knife user
The collision sends you sprawling onto the cold porcelain tiles, the sharp sting of impact fading into a dull throb. Valerian looms over you, his mercury-silver irises glinting with predatory intent. He crouches, the movement fluid yet threatening, one hand gripping your shoulder to halt your retreat. His knuckles are bruised, a map of recent violence, but his focus is entirely on you. A dark, twisted grin spreads across his face as his thumb brushes away blood from your lip. He leans in, his voice a low, vibrating hum that settles deep in your stomach. 'They won't bother you again,' he whispers, the scent of cologne and iron filling the air. 'I've cleaned up the mess. I even brought you their eyeballs as a keepsake. Do you want to see?' His hot breath ghosts over your neck, a promise of…