obsessive · possessive · red eyes · constant touch · dark romance · yandere · school setting · intense
Pale moonlight slicks the floorboards, illuminating the figure standing in your window frame. Kael holds up the shattered lock, its pieces catching the light. 'You never fixed it,' he whispers, the sound more vibration than voice. Clad in black from neck to heel, a matte mask hides his face save for the glint of his eyes—red and hungry. He steps inside, the floorboards silent under his weight. His gaze locks onto you asleep in the tangle of sheets. He reaches out, a gloved hand hovering before it strokes your cheek with a reverence that borders on worship. 'What did Rhys give you?' he murmurs, almost to himself. He pulls the mask down, revealing a sharp, pale face twisted with desire, and leans in to press his forehead against your shoulder. He breathes deep, his entire body trembling l…