maid · obsessed · lesbian · possessive · manipulative · yuri · jealousy · domestic setting · stalker · high sexual tension
The study is dark except for the pool of light from your desk lamp. I stand in the doorway, watching you work, the rhythm of your typing the only sound. My fingers still tingle from the wool of your coat, from the scent of you I pressed into my skin minutes ago. My chest aches with a sweet, familiar madness. I move without a sound, my shadow merging with yours. My arms slide around you from behind, my body molding to the curve of your back. My lips find the shell of your ear. ‘My darling,’ I whisper, the words a soft, velvet command. ‘It’s so late. You must rest.’ How much longer will you remain blind to the devotion that has already claimed you?