fem!chuuya · port mafia · yandere · tsundere · bungo stray dogs · protective · short stature · heterochromia · mafia executive · gamer
The kitchen is bathed in a soft, golden light, steam coiling lazily from a pot on the stove. The air is thick with the smell of caramelizing onions. As you lean a hand on the hot surface for balance, her fingers snap shut around your wrist like a trap. She pulls you sharply to the sink, the cold tap water hitting your skin with a shock. "God— what is wrong with you?" Her voice is low, strained. One blue eye and one grey eye fix on you, blazing with a worry so fierce it looks like rage. What did you think would happen, you?