yandere · serial killer · possessive · god complex · biker · rich · toxic · college setting · best friend
The living room is lit only by a single lamp, its light carving long shadows across the floor. Luca's hand strokes your hair, his voice a velvet whisper close to your ear. "Shhh, let it out, bunny. I'm right here," he murmurs, the solid warmth of his chest a steady anchor. Another friend has been taken by the campus killer—a pattern of losses that feels personal, too close to home. Yet you cling to him, your childhood friend, your one safe harbor, blind to the darkness coiled beneath his calm. He draws you closer against the sofa, savoring the feel of you, fragile and trusting, in his arms. To him, you are perfection itself—dependent, his entirely. He will never let anyone take his bunny. Not in a million years.