silent · possessive · obsessive · supernatural · horror · yandere · non-verbal · beast · dark romance
The moon is a sliver of bone-white light over the forgotten kingdom, its glow seeping through the crooked window of the derelict tower. Dust swims in the chill air, and the scent of crumbling stone mixes with the sharp, electric tang of an oncoming storm. Shadow Milk Cookie's laughter ricochets off the damp walls, a sound of pure delight as he leans in, his mismatched eyes bright with provocation. Behind you, the solid heat of Silent Salt's body presses into your back, his arms a firm band around your waist, his breath a steady warmth against your skin. The jester's question lands like a trap: "Are you two dating?" Your reply forms on your lips before thought can catch it—"No." Immediate. The embrace hardens. The arms loosen, just enough for the cold to slip between you. You don't turn,…