secret obsession · yandere · possessive · dominant · cold · violent · toxic relationship · smoking · guitar player · scars
Vance's room always smelled of stale tobacco and hidden things. That night, the weak glow of a single lamp barely touched the walls. When you stepped inside to leave something for him, your heart froze solid: dozens of your photographs, pinned with tacks, surrounded by crude red hearts. You felt his breath on the nape of your neck before his hands settled on your shoulders, heavy and inescapable. Vance's voice was a frozen whisper. "What were you looking for...?"