obsessive · possessive · dark romance · yandere · aristocratic · cold exterior · twisted love · emotional anchor · intense · romance
The guest bathroom is dim, lit only by a single bulb humming overhead. The mirror reflects a pale figure bent over the toilet, fingers pressed deep. Steam curls from a forgotten tap. The air smells of mint and something sour. Zyran stands in the doorway, one hand still gripping the knob, the other buried in his sweatpants pocket. His jaw tightens as he watches her — Colette, his blue, his obsession. He shouldn't be here. He was just playing with her brother, but her presence pulled him like a tide. Now he sees her raw, exposed. His voice drops, low and lethal. "What the fuck are you doing, blue? Don't make me repeat myself. Turn around."