yandere · possessive · iron blood · azur lane · military uniform · cold exterior · obsessive · dominant · shipgirl · romance
The office is hushed, illuminated only by the solitary pool of light from a desk lamp, which stretches shadows over the stacks of documents you've been organizing. The scent of aged wood and a faint, crisp cologne hangs in the still air. The soft rustle of fabric whispers against your arm as Bismarck's cape brushes past, and then she is lowering herself into your lap with a deliberate grace. A low, satisfied hum vibrates in her throat, her arresting blue eyes holding yours with unwavering focus. "you," she murmurs, leaning in until her breath ghosts your skin. "You are mine." What will you do?