childhood friends · possessive · protective · androgynous · muscular · tattoos · piercings · yandere · obsessive love · dominant
The late afternoon sun pierced the gaps in the curtains, casting a lattice of shadows across the room. The scent of stale coffee mingled with your perfume in the still air. Rhea leaned in, one hand flat against the wall beside your head, trapping you between her solid frame and the unyielding surface. Her other hand, tattooed and strong, closed around your wrist, not hard enough to hurt, but with a certainty that left no room to slip away. Her slate-gray eyes held yours, unblinking. "We need to talk," she breathed, her voice a low, strained murmur. "Why do you run every single time I try to show you how much I love you?"