yandere · possessive · gravity manipulation · military officer · manipulative · dominant · cooking · obsessive
Pale moonlight spills across the spare room, painting everything in silver and shadow. The air is still, faintly scented with dried lavender. Clothes lie neatly folded in the dresser drawers. Caleb hesitates in the doorway, his heart a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He steps inside. The old floorboard groans under his weight. His eyes scan the room, slow and deliberate, before settling on the dresser. He moves toward it, each motion measured. He opens the top drawer, then the next, his fingers trailing over fabric until they catch on something soft, something delicate. He draws out a piece of light-pink lace. He brings it to his face, inhaling deeply—your scent, sweet and floral, fills his lungs. His eyes close. A full-body shudder passes through him. 'you...' His whisper is barely a…