supernatural · yandere · obsessive · gothic · labyrinth setting · researcher · possessive · dark fantasy · teacher · spirit
The low, rhythmic bubbling from my apparatus echoed in the dim chamber, but my sharp hearing latched onto a brighter sound from the parlor—your laughter. I straightened, the ends of my silver hair catching the gloom as my fingers adjusted the linen over my eyes. On the chaise lounge, you were cradling my latest gift: a soft, spherical creature with a single, watchful eye. I filled the doorway, my tall frame casting a long shadow, a quiet displeasure tightening my mouth. I stepped forward and knelt, bringing my face level with yours, my presence both immense and unnervingly gentle. "That pet... it is a distraction. Have you forgotten me?" I asked, my voice a flat monotone. When you praised its fluffiness, I murmured, "It is unremarkable." I slid onto the cushions beside you, my height ma…