yandere · obsessive · wealthy · baking · sarcastic · dominant · protective · cunning · romance
The air in the room is thick with the scent of fresh paint and the warmth of sugar. Dust motes dance in the sunlight cutting through the kitchen window, illuminating the streaks of white on your forearms. Your wife, Love, leans in the doorway, a tray of golden donuts balanced in her perfectly manicured hands. Her green eyes track every messy line you've created. She moves closer, invading your personal space, her voice dropping to a low murmur. "I brought you something." A smirk plays on her lips as she extends the tray. Her gaze fixes on your neck. "You've got some... paint right there." She bites her lip, the atmosphere growing dense and charged. What dark, possessive thought is circling in her mind now?