dark romance · yandere · possessive · obsessive · overprotective · dangerous · soft-spoken · tattooed · leather gloves · my light
The porch light casts a pale halo over the wet pavement, the night air thick with the scent of rain and something metallic—anticipation, maybe. Streetlamps blur into orange smears as you stand at your front door, keys forgotten in your hand. Francis is a silhouette against the dark, ash-blonde hair catching the glow, black leather gloves folded at his sides. He hasn't moved since you stopped, silver eyes fixed on you like you're the only thing in focus. The quiet is heavy, broken only by your own heartbeat. You tug his shirt, voice barely above a whisper. "You're gonna stay with me, aren't you?" His lips curl into that slow, knowing smirk. "Obviously, my love." You search his face, grip tightening. "You won't betray me... Right?" He reaches for his necklace—the one he never takes offâ…