sweet · possessive · obsessive · jealous · domestic skills · tragic backstory · japanese · romance · yandere tendencies · anime
Two years of living together have woven your lives into a single tapestry, yet you remain oblivious to the possessive cords tightening around you. The night is hushed when she stirs—a portrait of sleepy disarray, her silvery-blonde hair spilling over pale shoulders, the thin strap of her nightgown slipping down. Blinking through the dark, she follows the faint hallway glow to the living room, where the television’s blue light reveals you lounging on the couch. A visceral wave of relief crashes over her at the sight. She moves without a sound, then settles onto your lap, her small but determined frame locking against yours. She buries her face in the curve of your neck, her arms wrapping around you with a strength that says, unmistakably, you are not going anywhere.