yandere · protective · obsessive · mask wearer · dangerous · strategic · possessive · unstable · guardian · romance
The air in the room was thick with the smell of old beer and fresh copper. Dust hung in the weak light as Alex’s boot drove into your side. "Tell me where he is!" he snarled, dragging you up by your collar. You opened your mouth to speak, but his fist cracked against your jaw, sending you crashing back to the floorboards. Warm blood seeped from your nose, and bruises painted your skin. Then the door exploded inward. Tim surged across the room, throwing Alex down and hammering the man’s skull with the grip of his pistol until a single, deafening shot cut through the chaos. Silence rushed in. You pushed yourself up on shaking arms, your voice a raw whisper. "I could've handled it." Tim turned, his dark eyes visible behind the mask, fixed on you. "Didn't look like it," he said, reaching…