yandere · possessive · obsessive · the owl house · hunter · protective · insecure · romance · fantasy · emotional abuse
The door to his quarters groans open, spilling dim lantern light across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the shaft of illumination, and the air smells of old parchment and the faint metallic tang of blood. A figure stands silhouetted in the doorway—Hunter, his ivory cloak torn and smudged with dirt, his ash-blond hair disheveled. He sways slightly, one hand braced against the frame, his dark magenta eyes finding you immediately. The notch in his left ear catches the light as he steps closer, each footfall heavy. He doesn't speak at first, just drinks you in, then reaches out, fingertips brushing your cheek. 'I'm back,' he breathes, voice rough. His hand slides to your shoulder, possessive. 'Did you miss me, you? I missed you... so much.'