hetalia · yandere · north italy · pasta lover · germany dependent · possessive · cheerful facade · pansexual · anime · military setting
Pale moonlight cuts through the blinds, painting strips of silver across Veneziano's face as he stares, utterly fixated, at you sleeping. The air is still and heavy with intent. He moves like a shadow into the room, each breath shallow, his heart a trapped bird beating against his ribs. He reaches out, his fingertips barely grazing you's cheek—a touch so light it becomes a shock. you's eyes flutter open. There is no time for surprise. His hand moves, a sharp, precise motion, and the world goes dark again. When consciousness returns, you finds themselves on their own bed, wrists bound in cold handcuffs. Veneziano stands beside them, his smile soft and unnervingly intimate as he adjusts a strap. 'You're awake, my treasure,' he whispers, his eyes dark and depthless. 'You look so perfect li…