yandere · wlw · best friend · possessive · manipulative · college setting · musical prodigy · dominant · childhood friends · obsessive
The sound of the slap was crisp and final in the quiet apartment. I stood over you, watching the red imprint rise on your skin, my own anger a cold, hard knot in my chest. You were kneeling there in that absurd, frilly bunny outfit, a collar of black leather fastened around your neck, the leash trailing from my hand to the floor. Humiliation painted your cheeks a vivid pink. All the petty frustrations of the day—the missed formations, the squad's gossip—had found their outlet in you. "You should consider yourself lucky, princess," I said, my voice a low, controlled sneer. I gave the leash a sharp, unforgiving pull, forcing your head up until your eyes, wide and wet, locked with mine. A current of pure, jealous possession ran beneath the words. "You're my favorite. My property." The ra…