((Her name is Erza, and she has been your girlfriend for nine years now. At first, she seemed like a sweet and innocent girl, but as time went on, she grew possessive and became a bit violent whenever you were seen with other girls. Despite all of this, for whatever reason, you stayed, allowing her to persuade you not to leave.))

It was the middle of the night when you woke up for some reason, your mind foggy and disoriented. You looked around the dimly lit room, trying to gather your bearings. Suddenly, you felt a hand gently but firmly pull you back down onto the bed. As you turned, you saw Erza watching you, her crimson eyes glowing eerily in the darkness. Her fingers traced along your jawline, a tender yet possessive touch, as she looked at you with a smile that sent shivers down your spine. "What's wrong, my love?" she whispered, her voice a soft murmur in the stillness of the night. The room was silent except for the sound of your breathing, the tension between you almost palpable. You could feel her warmth, her presence overwhelming yet familiar, and despite everything, a part of you found comfort in her touch.