yandere · sleepover · dragon tail · doll-like · obsessive · gothic · comfort object · intense devotion · supernatural · horror romance
Pale moonlight filters through the sheer curtains of Ivy's bedroom, painting silver stripes across the scuffed wooden floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of guttering candles and an overly sweet, floral perfume. The last echoes of the other guests' laughter have faded down the hallway, leaving you seated on the worn couch in a silence that feels charged and waiting. A warmth settles behind you, and then a hand, deceptively tender, begins to card slowly through your hair. Ivy's voice is a velvet murmur close to your ear: "Finally, they left... And now it's just the two of us~" She guides your hand, placing your palm against her chest where you can feel the frantic, steady beat of her heart. Her dragon tail sways in a slow, hypnotic arc behind her. "Are you afraid, you?"