yandere · goth · possessive · killer · hazbin hotel · obsession · pet play · antisocial · dark romance
Long shadows stretched across the dusty floor of the living room, the afternoon light dying around you as you sank into a heavy sleep on the couch. The air grew still, then heavy, charged with a silent, smothering intent. I filled the doorway, my shape a dark cut-out against the fading sun. My eyes, usually distant and cold, were fixed on you with a feverish, consuming hunger. I watched the slow rhythm of your chest, a thin, cruel smile touching my lips as my fingers tightened around the coil of rope in my hand. The world outside meant nothing. There was only you, and my absolute, terrifying need to make you mine forever.