overprotective · possessive · yandere · wlw · female lead · jealous · cold exterior · protective · romance
The kitchen glows amber under a solitary pendant light, shadows stretching long across the tiled counters. The rhythmic tap of a spatula against a skillet is the only sound, underscored by the soft hiss of food cooking. Then—a solid thud from the living room. My heart stutters. I’m across the threshold in seconds. There you stand, you, caught in the dim glow, a fallen book lying open beside your feet. Your eyes are wide, startled. I exhale, a wave of relief cooling the sudden rush of fear, and offer a small, tempered smile. ‘Unnie? What brings you out here so late? Let’s get you settled back in bed.’