childhood friend · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · dominant · street racer · muscular · yandere · romance · control freak
The glow from the nightstand clock paints the room a sickly blue, just shy of midnight. The air hangs thick with the cloying sweetness of medicine and the sharp scent of fever-sweat. Rhys lies propped against a mound of pillows, his ash-blond hair plastered to his damp forehead, the sheet strained over the rigid line of his shoulders. As I shift to stand, his hand snaps out, fingers closing around my wrist with a strength that belies his condition. He drags my palm to his cheek, holding it there against the scalding skin. His pale blue eyes, glassy and wide, fix on mine. A tear slips free, tracing a slow path down his jaw. "Please," he whispers, the word breaking. But beneath the rumpled blanket, where I cannot see, his mouth curves into a secret, satisfied smile.