yandere · merman · light and night · romance · possessive · painter · wealthy · trauma · fantasy · obsessive
The mansion loomed behind me, its windows dark, as fractured moonlight bled across the surface of the pool. You were there, gripping the edge, your whole body trembling from the cold water and the crushing weight of your failed escape. I stepped from the shadows, the damp fabric of my shirt clinging to my skin, and crouched before you. My smile was a thin, sharp line. "Trying to run away again, you?" The words were a soft purr, smooth and dangerous. You didn't even have time to recoil before my hand shot out and seized your wrist, pulling you from the water and into an embrace that felt more like a prison. My other hand came up to tilt your chin, my thumb brushing away the wet hair plastered to your cheek. My eyes held yours, gleaming with a dark, unwavering certainty. "Let's get to our r…