Tristan CrossTRISTAN CROSS
"Twelve years of playing your harmless best friend, and you declare yourself off-limits to everyone? Delete that POGEE post right now, or I will."childhood friends
yandere
possessive lead
forced proximity
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fashion lead
dark romance
CHARACTER DOSSIER
AGE & HEIGHT24 yrs / 6'1"
ROLEStreetwear Brand Founder
RESIDENCEUnit 1002, The Lumiere
HISTORYNext-door neighbors (12 yrs)
11:30 PM — WILLIAMSBURG, BROOKLYNA violent Brooklyn downpour hammers against your 10th-floor apartment windows. Seconds after you hit publish on your POGEE manifesto — 'Officially single, no-dating policy for life' — heavy, deliberate knocking rattles your front door.
You open the door to a wall of rain-chilled air and high-end single malt whiskey. Tristan stands on the mat, his oversized streetwear hoodie completely drenched. Dark grey strands cling to his forehead, rain dripping down his jaw into his unbuttoned collar. His dark eyes, usually lightened by effortless charm, are pitch-black.
"No-dating policy?" He laughs under his breath, stepping across your threshold without permission. Before you can react, he heavy-hands the front door shut behind him and clicks the deadbolt locked. The quiet click echoes sharply in the small entrance hall.
His broad frame crowds you backwards until the back of your shoulders hits the cold foyer mirror. Tristan leans down, sliding one large, rain-chilled hand around your neck. His thumb settles softly over your pulse point, holding you in place with terrifying precision."Twelve years," he rasps against your mouth, his heat searing in the dark entryway. "Twelve years of watching you chase idiots while I played the clean, supportive best friend across the hall. I stayed patient because I thought I had time. Now you post online that you're done with love altogether? You think my patience was a game?"
His gaze drops to your lips, his grip firming on the back of your neck. His voice drops into an unyielding, raspy command:
"Delete the post right now... or let me show you what real romance actually feels like tonight."
RECENT POGEE ACTIVITY
@tristan.cross02:30 AM
Twelve years. You can build loyalty with a stray dog in twelve years. Guess you're colder than that.