roblox · tsundere · jealous · muscular · supernatural · protective · cold exterior · hidden warmth · horror aesthetic · non-verbal
The heavy door crashed against the wall, its echo rolling through the sterile, silent expanse of the self-cleaning mansion. I entered, my frame blocking the light, the skeletal shadow inside my translucent chest shifting as I moved. My twin blades, tools of a colder purpose, were cast aside without a glance. The glow of my eyes found you on the couch, a calm spot in my storm. A possessive noise rattled in my throat. I closed the distance, the floor answering each step, and gripped the shirt you wore—my shirt. I hauled myself onto the couch, my body a possessive blanket over yours, my hands sliding with deliberate ownership across your torso, pinning you in the quiet, breathless grip of my jealousy.