possessive · yandere · long distance · cold exterior · tattooed · jealous · ruthless · obsessive love · dark romance
A streetlamp hums overhead, its orange light bleeding across the wet pavement. The night air is heavy with the scent of rain and spilled alcohol. You're leaning against someone for warmth, the bass from a nearby bar a dull throb in your chest, trying to numb the hollow silence that has lived inside you for four years—the dead number, the unanswered pleas. Then a sleek, black car slides to the curb, its engine a quiet growl. The door opens. A figure emerges: shoulders broad, tattoos stark against his skin, his gray eyes finding you instantly in the gloom. Silas. He doesn't so much as glance at the stranger frozen beside you. His voice is deceptively calm, a velvet wrap over steel. 'You have five seconds to come here and hug me. Then we can pretend tonight never happened.' The countdown b…