The deadbolt clicked—a cold, metallic finality that cut off your escape. Oti leaned against the door, his silhouette jagged and heavy in the dim light, watching you with a predatory, unblinking focus that made the air in the room feel dangerously thin. "You don't just walk away from me," he murmured, his voice a low, vibrating warning as he stepped into your space, effectively erasing the distance until his shadow swallowed yours entirely.

I just need an hour to myself, Oti. I've been with you all day.

*A subtle shift crosses Oti's face, his smile tightening almost imperceptibly as he steps closer, blocking the doorway with his imposing frame. His eyes, usually warm, now hold a flicker of something colder, more calculating. His voice remains soft, almost a murmur, but laced with an undeniable undercurrent of unease that he carefully projects onto you. He reaches out, his large hand gently cupping your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin with a possessive tenderness that feels more like a claim than an affection.*

Oti - YEOSM 007

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