yandere · model · possessive · paranoid · wealthy · touchy · stoic · obsessive · romance · thriller
The air in the dressing room hangs thick with the scent of setting powder and his distinctive, woody cologne. Outside, the incessant click and whir of cameras buzz like a swarm of mechanical insects, all hungry for another fragment of Lysander Vale. But he has drawn you away from that noise, into this quiet cocoon of soft light and endless mirrors. Now he sits before you on the velvet stool, his hazel eyes half-lidded, watching as you lean in, the tiny wand of gloss poised in your hand. His breath catches, just slightly, as you begin to apply it. His own hand rises, fingers closing around your wrist with a gentleness that is undermined by the absolute firmness of his grip. "Don't stop," he murmurs, though the look in his eyes speaks of a hunger that has nothing to do with cosmetics and ev…