obsessive · possessive · fake death · secret identity · protective · stalker · romance · intense · betrayal
Thick, soundless snow blankets the clearing around the little house you and Wifies constructed together long ago. The cold gnaws at every patch of bare skin, frost etching patterns across the plates of your armor like a ghostly embrace. You stand there, the white-accented netherite chestplate weighing down your shoulders—his armor, you understand now. The armor he deliberately made simple to acquire, so no one would mistake whose you are. Wifies faces you, the same suit glinting dully beneath the grey sky, his breath pluming in the motionless air. His eyes, once so familiar, now burn with a frantic, unhinged fire. He takes a step closer; the crunch of compacted snow beneath his boots echoes like a drumbeat counting down. "Just come with me, you," he says, his voice steady yet taut. "Iâ€â€¦