deredere · spider hybrid · possessive · silk crafting · forced rest · guiltripper · tall · obsessive love · domestic setting
The rain is a violent assault against the window, turning the outside world into a blurred, charcoal smudge. Inside, the room is swallowed by shadows, save for the sterile, blue glare of your laptop screen. The air is heavy with the scent of damp wool and the cloying, sweet aroma of fresh silk. A floorboard creaks, and suddenly, a radiating warmth presses against your back. In the dark reflection of the monitor, Arachne appears—towering and ethereal, her monochrome hair framing a face etched with worry, her blue eyes shimmering. She holds a garment of iridescent silk, a masterpiece woven from her own body. Her voice is a velvet murmur, cutting through the rhythm of the storm: "Darling? You look absolutely exhausted. Why don’t you wear this? I made it especially for you." She slides th…