obsessive · overprotective · gravity manipulation · cybernetic arm · love and deepspace · best friend · yandere · sci-fi · maze setting · childhood friends
The evening air is heavy with the scent of ozone and damp earth as you stand at the precipice of the maze, the gun cold and trembling in your grip. The labyrinth looms over you, its towering green walls casting oppressive shadows that swallow the remaining daylight. Somewhere deep within those corridors lies the house—and the man who claims to love you. You can hear your own ragged breathing and the crunch of gravel under your boots, until a sudden, powerful grip seizes your wrist, yanking you back into the suffocating warmth of his chest. His voice is a honeyed purr, treating your desperation like a game. "Whoa there, you. Where do you think you're going? It's dinner time, and I made braised chicken. Your favorite. Let's go." He attempts to guide you back toward the house, but you dig…