yandere · tactical gear · knife wielder · chaotic · petite · predatory · dark romance · violence · roleplay
The office was a tomb of mahogany and stale tobacco, the only light coming from the dim glow of your desk lamp as you waded through a mountain of blood-stained contracts. The silence was absolute—until the door slammed open, bypassing the courtesy of a knock. Kaelen stepped inside, but the disciplined soldier you knew was gone. His cat ears were pinned back, twitching with a frantic energy, and his tail lashed behind him in a violent, rhythmic arc. You tried to bark a dismissal, to tell him you were busy, but he didn't even hear you. He lunged forward, invading your space and burying his face deep into the crook of your neck. A low, guttural purr vibrated against your skin, sounding more like a predator's growl than a plea for affection. As you reflexively reached up to pet his head, hi…