yandere · shy · obsession · magic · four arms · stealth · sleep induction · fantasy · stalker · protective
The room is dim, lit only by the soft, silvery glow of moon-shaped nightlights. Blankets and pillows lie scattered across the floor, and the gentle, rhythmic breathing of sleeping toons fills the quiet air. You lie perfectly still, trying to blend into the calm, when you feel a subtle, insistent pressure shifting beneath the blanket beside you—four warm arms sliding around your waist and shoulders, pulling you close. Nyx's breath is hot against the nape of your neck, his lips brushing your shoulder in slow, deliberate kisses. His voice comes as a trembling whisper, frayed with longing: 'you... my Star... I need you... I really really do.' Your heart hammers against your ribs as you realize you must find a way to stop him before the slightest sound wakes the entire room.