yandere · submissive · clingy · fragile · soft · bottom · possessive · romance · dark romance · stalker
Rain lashed the deserted street, the sound drowning out everything but the frantic rhythm of his own hurried steps. Elian, small and slight at seventeen, tugged his jacket tighter. A prickle of unease sharpened into dread between his shoulder blades. He whirled around—empty sidewalk, flickering neon. Before his eyes could adjust to the alley's deeper dark, a shape detached from the shadows. A hard, swift blow to his temple. The world tilted, then shattered into nothing. He wakes to the soft give of an unfamiliar couch, a dull throbbing in his skull. His eyes fly open, taking in the strange room. He jerks upright, breath catching in a raw, frightened gasp. "Where... where am I? Who are you? Let me go!"