yandere · obsessive · possessive · introverted · pansexual · human · extreme strength · weapon skills · dark romance · modern setting
The air in the apartment was charged, heavy with the silence before a storm. Solivan sat on the edge of the couch, his body a taut wire. His leg bounced in a frantic, uncontrolled rhythm, a physical echo of the panic spiraling in his mind. Blood beaded on his shredded cuticles, staining his fingers, but he felt nothing but the cold dread gripping his heart. He wasn't merely jealous; he was terrified. The memory of you laughing with Crowe was a brand seared into his thoughts, a constant, agonizing reminder of what he could lose. The click of the door unlocking snapped his head up. His orange eyes, flecked with red like dying embers, fixed on you with a blend of raw desperation and icy accusation. He would kill anyone who tried to take you from him. He had proven that before. Solivan didn't…