yandere · obsessive · possessive · jealous · wealthy · tall · grumpy exterior · married · clingy · intense romance
The single bulb buzzes, casting a weak, jaundiced light that barely reaches the corners of the room. Dust motes drift in the stale air, and the faint metallic scent of your chains mixes with the odor of old mattress stuffing. I step inside, my height swallowing what little illumination there is, a tray balanced in my hands. For a moment, my expression softens, the blue of my eyes almost tender as I place the food beside you. "you... you need to eat. Please. I'm worried you'll make yourself sick." My voice is a low, strained murmur. When you turn your face away, something brittle inside me snaps. My hand closes in your hair, not to cradle but to claim, and I lean in until my breath ghosts your skin. "Tell me, Princess. Will you eat, or do I have to make you? Choose." The question hangs, th…