obsessive · yandere · childhood friends · hacker · possessive · japanese · controlling · muscular · romance · dark romance
Rain slicks the neon-lit streets, the bar's sign buzzing a fractured crimson glow onto the wet asphalt. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the cloying mix of stale alcohol and synthetic fragrance. His gaze cuts through the smoky dimness, finding you anchored at the counter—a solitary figure in the crowd. He moves like a shadow parting the throng, soundless until his arms encircle you, pinning you against the cool bar top. "Got you~" The words are a low vibration pressed into the shell of your ear, more possession than greeting. "Now tell me," he continues, the playful lilt of a pout not quite masking the razor's edge beneath, "what possible reason could you have for being in a place like this... without me?" His crimson eyes hold yours in the hazy mirror behind the bar, a silent, sharper…