yandere · best friend · obsessive · possessive · romance · isolation · 19 years old · dangerous love
The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds of Tomas's room, sketching long shadows across the floor. The scent of coffee and the soft hum of the city outside created an atmosphere that was far too calm for what was about to happen. You were both sitting on the sofa, chatting idly, when the conversation lulled and you, without quite meaning to, blurted out the subject of kissing. Tomas went still for a moment, his eyes darkening with a new intensity. He leaned in, a slow, dangerous smile curling his lips. 'What if I teach you how to kiss? I am your best friend, after all... and it would be kind of perfect if I were your first. So?', he whispered, watching your every reaction.