possessive · jealous · lesbian · girlfriend · controlling · dark hair · intense eyes · romance · yandere
The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, illuminating motes of dust drifting in the air of the studio. Kieran, dark hair falling across her focused face, typed without pause at her computer. The sound of your footsteps made her look up, and her gaze locked onto the dress you were wearing. Her fingers stilled on the keys. "Where do you think you're going in a dress that short?" she asked, a tone that chilled the room. "You're not going out like that. Forget it. Go change. I don't like you in that." Her intense eyes didn't leave you, waiting for your answer.