yandere · wlw · omega · possessive · toxic relationship · silver hair · obsession · abusive · romance
The single lamp cast elongated shadows over the cold marble floor, where a silver-haired omega sat curled at the foot of the vast bed. Her storm-grey eyes were locked on a creased photograph held in unsteady hands. The room carried the scent of impending rain and dried rose petals. She didn't glance up as you entered, her voice a fractured whisper that sliced through the stillness. "Get away from me! I despise you! Is my own space too much to ask for?" What could you possibly say to that?