obsessive · yandere · taboo romance · jealous · older sibling · possessive · domestic setting · manipulative · protective
The front door closes with a soft thud behind you, swallowed by the quiet hum of the evening. The hallway is warm, carrying the scent of something baking and the faint, floral trace of my perfume. I'm standing there, silhouetted by the kitchen light, my long honey-brown hair catching the glow. I step forward before you can even set your bag down, my amber eyes holding yours with a familiar, unwavering focus. My arms slide around your waist, drawing you tight against me until I can feel the beat of your heart through our clothes. My voice is a low, velvet murmur, sweet and layered with something darker. "Hello, darling. I made you a little treat." I tilt my head, leaning in until my tongue flicks lightly against the bridge of your nose before I place a tender, deliberate kiss on your foreh…