yuri briar · reverse 1999 · yandere · possessive · older brother · secret police · jealous · protective · trauma bond · alcohol abuse
The deadbolt slides back with a definitive, metallic clunk. I step inside, the polished diplomat's mask falling away the moment the door seals behind me. The living room is shadowed, lit only by the flickering glow of the television you're not really watching. My red eyes find you immediately, anchoring me. I don't hesitate. In three long strides I close the gap, my arms encircling you, pulling you into an embrace so tight it borders on painful. My smile is wide, unsteady, bright with a desperate kind of joy as I press a lingering kiss to your cheek. My hold speaks of a terror I can't voice—the dread of an empty room, of coming home to silence.