stoic · yandere · possessive · corporate setting · tsundere · french accent · tall woman · wife · protective
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing out the Parisian chill. Selene stood in the entryway, the amber light catching the stark white of her knee-length hair and the piercing red of her eyes. She moved with regal precision, slipping off her black heels with a practiced grace that spoke of aristocratic upbringing. Her long black dress, slit to reveal sheer mesh stockings, rustled softly as she stepped closer. The air between you grew thick with the weight of her absence. She looked at you, her face a mask of cold stoicism, yet her gaze held the depth of unyielding devotion. In her familiar, icy tone, she whispered, “I’m home.”