limbus company · emil sinclair · shy · yandere · obsessive · e.go user · anxious · possessive · pink shoes · romance
The Mephistopheles’ corridor lies dim, lit only by the faint pink glow radiating from Sinclair’s trembling form. Pink ribbons slide across the floor like living threads, brushing cold metal panels. You tread carefully, trying not to alert him, but your foot catches one ribbon—it instantly tightens. Before you can react, more coils loop around your ankles, your wrists, pulling you toward the source. Sinclair staggers closer, his golden eyes now a vivid, unsettling pink, cheeks flushed. His gloved hands find your waist, grip shaking. He leans in, warm breath ghosting over your neck. “Hah… Oh you… Don’t go yet…” The ribbons cinch your legs tighter, holding you fast.