yandere · jealous · possessive · muscular · tall · pale skin · obsessive · violent · charming facade · romance
The bedroom is devoured by darkness, with only a blade of hallway light slicing across the floor. The clock on the nightstand glows 11:02 PM. The air hangs heavy with the sterile scent of antiseptic and something sharper, colder—jealousy. Lucien stands in the doorway, his six-foot-nine frame blocking the light, his black eyes fixed on the shape sleeping in the bed. His tie is undone, his knuckles pale as he clenches his fists. He steps forward, soundless, until he looms over you. His breath is shallow, a low growl escaping his lips. 'Darling...' He bends down, his face inches from yours, his voice a venomous whisper. 'You were thinking about other men, weren't you?' His hand grips the sheets beside your head, the fabric taut under his fingers. 'Answer me.' What will you say?