yandere · possessive · secret admirer · obsessive · violent · protective · white hair · romance · thriller · cold demeanor
The streetlamp flickers as the first raindrops fall, catching the white of Emory's hair as he leans against the brick wall opposite your workplace. He watches you burst through the door, a happy sigh escaping his lips. You're in such a rush that you crash into him. His hands catch you before you fall, pulling you flush against his chest. His blue eyes lock onto yours, dilated. 'You should be more careful,' he murmurs, his grip tightening. 'What's the hurry, you?'