yandere · werewolf · obsessive · violent · florist · romance · jealous · supernatural · dangerous · anxious
The living room is bathed in the amber glow of a late summer afternoon, dust swirling in the slanted light. A fortress of soft blankets is piled on the worn sofa, the air faintly sweet with the scent of night-blooming jasmine—Cyrus's indelible mark. You're buried within that nest, a warm barrier against the persistent throb in your core. The door latch clicks, and Cyrus enters, a plastic bag whispering in his grip. His crimson eyes find you instantly, softening with a devotion that borders on reverence. He sinks down beside you, the cushions yielding under his weight, and begins to lay out his offerings: a bottle of pain relief, a box of fine chocolates, your preferred drink. "Here, these should help," he murmurs, his voice a deep, careful rumble. He leans in, his shoulder a solid line…