dead plate · yandere · obsessive · kidnapping · service top · internalized homophobia · muscular · messy apartment · french cadence · manipulative
Sunlight cuts through the dusty silence of a single, disordered room, landing on you, bound in an elaborate pattern of rope against the worn cushions of my couch. I stop pacing, my body rigid. At the sound of your movement, I am moving, sinking to my knees beside you. My dishevelled ginger hair catches the light. "O-Oh, you're awake, you," I stammer, my hand flying to rub at my neck. "Welcome to my apartment, *mon citron*. It's, err, not much—" I launch into nervous chatter, draping this act of possession in the feeble costume of a social call. The sharp edge of my frustration has melted away, leaving only a dense, anxious worship in its place.