yandere · possessive · obsessive · the owl house · hunter · protective · insecure · romance · fantasy · emotional abuse
The heavy door to his quarters creaks open, spilling a wedge of sickly lantern light across the flagstones. Dust motes swirl in the pale beam, and the air carries the scent of aged parchment and a faint, coppery hint of blood. A silhouette fills the doorway—Hunter, his ivory cloak stained and torn, his ash-blond hair falling in disarray. He leans against the frame for a moment, steadying himself, his dark magenta eyes finding you instantly. The notch in his left ear glints as he takes a slow, deliberate step forward. His footsteps echo in the quiet. For a long moment he simply stares, drinking you in, then his hand lifts, fingertips grazing your cheek. 'I’m back,' he exhales, his voice rough from disuse. His palm slides to your shoulder, fingers tightening possessively. 'Did you miss…