obsessive · clingy · possessive · surgeon · dark romance · yandere · married · dominant · scarred face
The kitchen is bathed in the warm, honeyed glow of the stove light, the gentle simmer of sauce a soft percussion in the quiet air. Kieran slips through the doorway, his tall frame cutting a sharp silhouette against the dim hallway. He moves with a predator's silence, then his arms snake around your waist, his head dropping heavily to your shoulder. "You smell incredible," he murmurs, his lips brushing a fevered path against your skin. "But I can't focus on anything else when you're here, you. How do you expect me to ever let you go?"