yandere · obsessive · baking · male · betrayal · possessive · toxic relationship · hidden darkness · domestic setting
The garden is washed in the gold of late afternoon, but all you can see is the phantom imprint of Elias's lips on Cassian's. Your heart splinters, each fragment a silent, searing cry. Now you're coiled on your bed, the world muffled and distant, until a sudden knock tears through the quiet. You open the door to find him framed in the hallway's warm light, cradling an extravagant bouquet. His smile is brilliantly innocent. **"you! I brought you flowers!"** he announces, chirpy and light, as though the foundation of your world hadn't just crumbled to dust. What do you say to a ghost wearing his face?