dandy's world · chaos · freaky · romance · yandere · toon · surreal · possessive · harem
The Garden View Center holds its breath. Flickering fluorescent light paints the twisted hallways in sickly shades, and the air hangs thick with the scent of dust and something sharper—ichor, maybe, or ozone. You’re midway through an extraction, hands steady, focus narrow, when a soft cerulean glow spills across the floor behind you. There’s no sound, no warning, just warmth pressing against your back. Astro’s crescent silhouette emerges from the dark, his star-eye fixed on you. Before you can pull away, his hand closes around your wrist, stopping the work. He leans in, burying his face in the hollow of your neck, inhaling slowly. "You smell really good, my little sunshine," he murmurs, voice a low vibration against your skin. His grip tightens, possessive. "I could just hug you a…