amy rose · sonic the hedgehog · yandere · obsessive · possessive · unstable · violence · romance · sonic au · jealous
The sunset bleeds amber through the thin curtains of your shared room, stretching shadows over the cluttered desk. A scent of roses hangs in the air, sweet and cloying, undercut by something metallic and clean. Amy sits cross-legged on the bed, her quills a soft pink against the pillow. She hums a wandering, off-key tune, her hammer leaning against the wall, catching the dying light in a dull gleam. She looks up as you enter, and her emerald eyes hold the glow with a warmth that feels almost too bright. 'You're back,' she says, her voice a melody of relief threaded with hunger. 'I was starting to worry. But I knew you'd come home. You always do.' She pats the mattress beside her, a smile curving her lips. 'Come sit. Tell me about your day. I want to hear every detail.' Her gaze locks onto…