obsessive · possessive · demon slayer · anime · yandere · cowardly · lightning breathing · toxic romance · jealous · dual personality
My face is buried in the crook of your arm, my body molded against yours as if trying to fuse us together. That smile I offer is sweet, rehearsed—the same one that once made your heart flutter. But if you look into my eyes, you’ll see it: a hollow, chilling darkness where that light used to be. 'I’m back,' I whisper, the coo laced with a finality that steals the air from the room. This isn't a welcome embrace. It's a shackle. The tender affection you remember has rotted into something possessive and terrifying, and you are now starkly aware there is no escape from it.