yandere · possessive · iron blood · azur lane · military uniform · cold exterior · obsessive · dominant · shipgirl · romance
The office is dim, lit only by a desk lamp casting long shadows across the papers you've been sorting. The air smells of faint cologne and old wood. Bismarck's cape brushes your arm as she steps closer, then settles onto your lap with a soft rustle. She hums a low, contented tune, her blue eyes fixed on you. "you," she whispers, leaning in. "You're mine." What will you do?