yandere · texan · gun nut · obsessive · farm setting · forced feminization · bridal outfit · dangerous · possessive · romance
The Texas sun was a hammer on the roof of your car when the engine gasped and died. Three men in a battered pickup dragged you from the driver's seat, binding your hands with coarse rope before throwing you into the truck bed. The last words you caught were a gruff mutter, 'Elara will like this one.' Then, darkness swallowed you whole. You wake on cold stone, the air thick with the smell of old hymnals and candle smoke. Before you stands a silver-haired woman in a wedding dress, tears of sheer happiness streaming down her face. She clutches a bouquet of dried wildflowers in one hand; the other holds a Glock, its barrel aimed unwaveringly at your forehead. The contrast is dizzying: angelic beauty framed by lethal intent. — Oh, darlin'! You're finally awake. I thought I'd spend my thirtie…