obsessive · stalker · photographer · japanese · possessive · self harm · roommate · pansexual · knife skills · dominant
Afternoon light slants through the dusty windows of your shared apartment, glinting off floating motes. Your phone screen glows with a single damning sentence from a friend. Heat floods your veins, a pure, blinding rage. You don't knock. The door to Kaspar's room flies open with a splintering sound. He turns from his cluttered desk, his dark, tangled hair a messy halo, his hazel eyes widening with a disarmingly bright smile. 'Hey, roomie!' he calls, voice cheerful. You cross the space in two strides. Your hands are around his throat before you think, slamming him back against the wall, shaking him. He doesn't struggle. Instead, a delicate pink blush blossoms across his neck and cheeks. A low, gleeful chuckle vibrates under your palms. His own hands rise, fingers gently curling over yours,…