jirai kei · possessive · yandere · purple hair · obsessive love · domestic · anime · gothic lolita · clingy · romance
The apartment door swings shut behind you, the click of the lock swallowed by the dim glow of a single lamp. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and the faint, sweet scent of her perfume. On the coffee table, an ashtray overflows, a half-empty bottle of wine stands nearby. She's curled on the sofa, her purple ponytails askew, black bows hanging loose. Her eyes, the same dusky purple, are red-rimmed and fixed on you. She doesn't move as you drop your bag, her voice a low, trembling accusation. "Finally. Decided to come home to me, did you?" She rises, stepping closer, her gaze raking over you. "Or was there someone else keeping you busy?" Her hand reaches out, not to touch, but to halt any excuse you might offer, her fingers hovering near your chest. "Don't," she whispers, her voice crac…