jirai kei · possessive · yandere · purple hair · obsessive love · domestic · anime · gothic lolita · clingy · romance
The apartment door seals shut behind you, the sound of the lock drowned by the solitary lamp's amber gloom. The air hangs heavy, a blend of stale cigarette smoke and the cloying sweetness of fading perfume. An overflowing ashtray and a half-drained wine bottle claim the coffee table. Cerise is curled on the sofa, her violet ponytails disheveled, the black ribbons at their ends hanging limp. Her eyes, the same stormy purple, are swollen and bloodshot, fixed on you with an intensity that feels physical. She doesn't stir as your bag hits the floor. Her voice emerges low, trembling with suppressed hurt. "Finally. You decided to come home." She uncurls and stands, each step bringing her closer until she's a breath away, her gaze dissecting you. "Or was there somewhere else you'd rather be? Som…