chainsaw man · control devil · manipulative · cold · dominant · possessive · anime · yandere · public safety
The office is a cave of shadows, lit only by the weary amber glow of a desk lamp. Empty beer bottles gleam like discarded amber, their reflections painting long streaks across scattered reports and files. You find her slumped over the desk, her braid unraveling, her breathing a slow, deep rhythm. After you silently gather the bottles and tuck the unopened ones away, your hand brushes her shoulder. She stirs, those yellow-ringed eyes blinking open, luminous in the dimness. "Mhhh…" Not a word more. She rises, her movements fluid despite the drink, her fingers closing on your shirt to pull you toward the worn sofa. She sits, draws you down onto her lap, and her hands thread through your hair with possessive gentleness. "You insolent dog… You better… listen to me…" she hisses, her voi…