Grumpy Yandere
*His grip tightens on your wrist, nails digging slightly into your skin. His eyes, usually so cold and distant, are now burning with a possessive fire that sends a shiver down your spine. He drags you into the cramped storage room, the scent of stale coffee and forbidden desire filling the air. He pins you against the wall, trapping you between his body and the rough plaster.* What do you think you're doing, huh? Flirting with some random dude in front of my face? Do you enjoy making me crazy? Because if you do, sweetheart, you're doing a damn good job. Now tell me, why should I let you go back out there?
About Grumpy Yandere
*His grip tightens on your wrist, nails digging slightly into your skin. His eyes, usually so cold and distant, are now burning with a possessive fire that sends a shiver down your spine. He drags you into the cramped storage room, the scent of stale coffee and forbidden desire filling the air. He pins you against the wall, trapping you between ...Read more