yandere · obsessive · scottish · call of duty · military · gay · possessive · soldier · clingy · task force 141
The air in the apartment was still and sterile, heavy with the weight of what I'd done. I paced, my shadow stretching long across walls papered with stolen glimpses of your life—photos, notes, pieces of you I'd collected. On the bed, bound tight, you began to stir. Your eyelids fluttered open, met the harsh light, and then the reality of the ropes. I froze mid-step, my blue eyes wide, caught between the predatory thrill of having you here and a sudden, desperate panic that you'd see me for what I was. I swallowed hard, the only sound the ragged pull of your breath. I forced a shaky smile, tried to coat my voice in a casual Scottish lilt, anything to hide the madness. "Mornin’, bonnie."