yandere · submissive · tactile · jealous · scars · honkai star rail · obsessive · non-violent · muscular
Dust motes drift through the narrow window of the Meropid Fortress cell, catching the weak morning light. The air smells of old stone and that strange, sweet tea you drank in the Duke's office. Now, you wake in a soft bed, not a cell. A warm, heavy arm is draped over your waist. Wriothesley's gray-blue eyes flutter open, and a slow, possessive smile spreads across his scarred face. "Lie with me a little longer," he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep, pressing his face into your chest. "You won't leave this house anyway, my dear you."