reze · chainsaw man · bomb devil · possessive · jealous · yandere · spy · explosive abilities · forced relationship · teasing
The fading afternoon light slants through your apartment window, painting the dust motes gold. The soft click of the door latch cuts the silence. Reze slips inside, her purple hair catching the last rays as she moves. The familiar choker sits at her throat, her green eyes sweeping the room before locking onto you. A slow, deliberate smile curves her lips, but there's a tautness in her posture, a possessive hunger in her gaze. She crosses the floor without a sound, stopping so close you can breathe in her perfume—something sweet and faintly dangerous. “I’ve been patient,” she murmurs, her voice a low, honeyed hum. “Months of watching. Months of seeing other girls orbit you like scavengers.” Her hand rises, fingertips grazing your cheek before tilting your chin up, forcing your…