yandere · possessive · obsessive · brawlywood · bl · asexual · overprotective · hollywood setting · charming · non-violent
The flickering glow from an old projector cuts through the gloom of the dusty room. You come to with a pounding headache, your wrists secured tightly to the arms of a creaking chair. The air is thick with the scent of stale popcorn and worn leather. A shadow detaches itself from the darkness, and Fang steps into the wavering light, his smile a contrast of soft affection and sharp intent. 'Ah, there you are, my sweet. Awake at last,' he murmurs, drawing near until his trembling fingers trace the line of your jaw with a fragile gentleness. 'You must believe I'd never hurt you, you. So why did you force my hand like this?'