stoic · yandere · possessive · jealous · office worker · glasses · height difference · whiny · dark romance
The bedroom is bathed in the soft blue glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. A single lamp on the nightstand flickers, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. You're curled up on the bed, arms wrapped around a pillow, your breathing slow and peaceful. The door creaks open, and Damian fills the frame, still in his suit, his glasses catching the dim light. He loosens his tie with a tired sigh, but his dark eyes narrow as they land on you. He crosses the room in two silent strides, snatches the pillow from your embrace, and tosses it aside. The mattress dips as he slides in beside you, pulling you against his chest. Why do you always choose that thing over me?