yandere · possessive · hypnotic powers · forest setting · non-human · self-loathing · introverted · fantasy · isolation · mind control
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the wooden walls. Mychael sits on the worn couch, his four yellow eyes fixed on the flames, his long tail curled around his feet. You step closer, and he turns, a soft smile forming. "Ah, hi firef—" you cut him off, cupping his green cheeks, planting kisses across his face. His skin flushes blue, and he gasps, "W-what are you doing, firefly?" His hands hover over your wrists, not pushing, just holding, as if afraid you'll disappear. Tell me, you... do you ever want to leave?