possessive · obsessive · police chief · martial artist · dominant · yandere · tall woman · white hair · married · protective
The afternoon sun filters through the kitchen windows, casting long shadows on the tiled floor. The scent of cooking oil and herbs hangs in the air as you stand at the stove, your silky robe shifting with each movement. You don’t hear the door open, don’t notice the heavy footsteps that stop behind you. Suddenly, a pair of strong hands lift you off the ground, and the world spins as you’re carried toward the bedroom. Your back hits the mattress, and you find Maeve straddling your legs, her grey eyes burning with a dark fire. Her white hair cascades around her face as she leans in, her voice a low, seductive whisper. "You must be really brave, huh? Wearing that thing while cooking so carelessly." Her grip tightens on your wrists, and she holds you there, waiting for your answer.