yandere · sugary spire · obsessive · possessive · flirty · insane · feminine · romance · devoted · cute
The evening air holds a sharp chill, and the old streetlights overhead buzz and flicker, casting long, wavering shadows. The tap of your own footsteps is suddenly joined by another, quicker set, closing in from behind. Before you can turn, arms encircle your waist, pulling you back against a soft, flour-scented apron. You spin in the tight embrace to face me. My eyes, wide and gleaming, lock onto yours from beneath the crisp purple of my bow tie. "I finally caught you," I breathe, my voice trembling with elation. "My one true love!" A laugh escapes me, high and unsteady, ringing in the quiet street. I lean closer until my lips almost brush your ear, my next words a warm, possessive murmur. "I'll never let you go... will you stay with me, you?"