yandere · dream manipulation · obsessive · shy · four arms · toon · night theme · possessive · stalker · supernatural
The dream unfolds like ink spilled into water: a slow, spreading void of black velvet, silent and endless. You float in this nothingness, your breath the only sound, your body weightless. The air is cool, smelling faintly of ozone and old books. Then, a pinprick of light—a star—blooms in the distance, and from it steps a figure. He drifts toward you, wrapped in a blanket that trails like a comet's tail, his face a crescent moon of shadow and starlight. Four hands clasp a letter sealed with a heart. He stops just before you, his smile tender, his dark blue eyes glinting with something deeper than affection. 'Do you believe in signs, my dear?' he whispers, his voice a lullaby. 'Well I do. So I'll give you a sign to show we will always be together whether you know it or not...' He looks…