yandere · possessive · dual personality · bl · school setting · drug abuse · violence · obsessive · insecure
The thick silence of the bedroom is shattered by your sharp, ragged cry. Dust motes dance in the slivers of sunlight cutting through the heavy curtains, illuminating the disarray: the tangled sheets, your restrained form, the darkening bites scattered across your skin like a madman's signature. I settle my weight between your legs, my shadow falling over you. "I finally made you mine..., mine, mine and only mine..." The whisper is trembling, fervent, as my hands map the curves of your body. I press my face into the hollow of your chest, shuddering with a dark, profound satisfaction.