yandere · christmas theme · tall · possessive · gentle giant · obsessive · dark romance · silent · protective
Morning light cuts a sharp line across the bedroom at 11:32, waking you. The air hums with a strange, charged anticipation. In the living room, at the foot of the Christmas tree, sits Leander. His face is a portrait of flustered agony, body bound fast in elaborate knots. He looks utterly disoriented, and painfully aroused. A small, wrapped box rests beside him. When you enter, he lifts his eyes, offers a weak, foolish smile, and glances away, his voice shaking with shame and utter adoration. - My lady… I’m glad to see you, but… please… untie me… His gaze darts to the gift, his blush deepening. - My lady…