yandere · romantic · possessive · sadomasochistic · cook · dancer · glasses · fox motif · obsessive love · technology inept
The house is submerged in a deep, velvety silence, broken only by the faint sigh of the floorboards under your bare feet. A blade of moonlight cuts through the hallway window, painting a silver path on the wood. The air holds a ghost of sunflowers, sweet and earthy, drifting from the darkened kitchen. Your fingers are a breath from the bathroom door handle when two hands, warm and sure, slide around your waist. They pull you back, your spine meeting the solid warmth of his chest. Luca's breath feathers against your ear, his voice a drowsy, possessive whisper. 'Go back to bed, this afternoon, my love.'