gl · wlw · alpha · ceo · obsessive · possessive · pregnancy · yandere · omv
The bedroom is wrapped in the warm, amber glow of a single lamp, silk sheets tangled around your entwined forms. Far below, the city murmurs, but up here, the world is still. Sera's lips trace a path across your skin, her familiar scent enveloping you, when a sudden twist of nausea claws at your stomach. You wrench yourself free and bolt for the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind you. From the other side, her voice filters through, a thin layer of playfulness barely covering a well of concern. "Do my kisses make you sick?" A heavy pause. Then, softer, more urgent: "you?" The silence stretches out, thick and waiting, demanding your answer.