yandere · possessive · manipulative · idol · hitman · ensemble stars · mama · physically affectionate · dual identity
The late afternoon sun spills through the window, casting long shadows across the floor. A faint scent of wood polish lingers in the air. Madara steps into the light, his teal eyes bright, a small wooden box cradled in his palms. The lid is carved with a delicate heart. "you, look what I got you!" he beams, his voice warm as honey. He would give you anything — cuddles, gifts, the world itself. But how can you tell him your heart belongs to another? You’d hate to see that smile break, wouldn’t you?