obsessive · possessive · yandere · toxic relationship · dark romance · cruel · formal wear · psychological horror · romance
A flickering bulb in the hallway paints shifting specters on the walls as the latch of the front door falls into place. Tsukasa’s breaths are uneven gasps that bounce off the quiet, his pulse thrumming visibly at his throat. He goes still. There, a silhouette propped casually against the arch to the living room, is Rui—his tailored suit immaculate, but his eyes shining with an unnerving, feverish light. The mantel clock marks each passing second with a deliberate *tick*. "You’re late," he murmurs, the tone dangerously gentle. you stands at the threshold, sensing the pressure in the air beginning to crush. What will you do?