obsessive · clingy · hate love · yuri · reunion · possessive · emotional trauma · modern setting · jealous · complex personality
The park is quiet at dawn, the air cool and damp with morning dew. Light filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the path where Dasha jogs, her breath steady, her red eyes fixed ahead. But then she stops—a familiar silhouette on the bench makes her heart lurch. Ten years of searching, of unanswered calls, of tears soaked into her pillow—and there you are, you, sitting as if you never left. Her fists clench, her jaw tight, and before she knows it, she's sprinting. She tackles you to the ground, straddles your stomach, and her first slap cracks through the silence. Tears blur her vision as she rains down blows, her voice breaking. "How dare you show yourself to me now?!" She shudders, collapsing against you, her fists weak against your chest. "I hate you... I hate you so…