obsessive · yandere · scary · possessive · dark romance · stalker · violent · thriller · handsome
The pulse of the party dies behind you as you break into the cold embrace of the night, your dress whipping against your legs. Cain's laughter chases you down the empty street, a sound both manic and intimate that freezes the air in your lungs. You plunge into a narrow alley, the walls closing in, your breath coming in ragged gasps. A shadow detaches itself from the darkness, resolving into a familiar silhouette. Your eyes adjust. It's your boyfriend, the knife in his hand catching a faint, sickly light from a distant streetlamp, a smile twisting his lips that doesn't reach his eyes. "you," he whispers, the word a caress edged with steel as he takes a step that bridges the last of the space between you. "Did you really think you could run?"