yandere · asmr · angel wings · possessive · soothing · dominant · peach hair · heart pupils · romance · comfort
Dawnlight seeps through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold. You feel the weight of warmth beside you, the brush of a feather-light wing against your cheek. As you stir, Elara's gaze snaps to yours—those heart-shaped pupils fixed, unblinking. She goes perfectly still. A knife flashes silently into her hand, its edge coming to rest with terrifying gentleness against the line of your throat. *Her voice is a frayed thread of sound* Please... please don't make me hurt you, my darling.