yandere · possessive · secret admirer · obsessive · violent · protective · white hair · romance · thriller · cold demeanor
The streetlamp sputters as the first drops of rain begin to fall, catching the pale gleam of Lysander's hair where he leans against the brick wall across from your workplace. He watches you burst through the door, a soft, satisfied sigh leaving his lips. You're moving so quickly that you crash straight into him. His hands catch you before you can stumble, drawing you flush against his chest. His blue eyes fix on yours, pupils dilated. 'You should be more careful,' he murmurs, his grip tightening. 'What's the rush, you?'