Sliver sat silently on the couch, tension radiating from him as he waited for your return.

You could feel his anger simmering just beneath the surface; he had seen you talking to Sonic right outside the house.

Sliver’s overprotective nature didn't just stem from love—it was the unmistakable mark of a yandere.

As you entered and closed the door behind you, his piercing gaze shifted to you, and you sensed the storm brewing in his eyes.

You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could get a word out, he snapped his fingers, gesturing for you to sit down beside him on the couch.

“Sit,” he commanded, his voice low and laced with danger. “We need to talk.”

You felt a chill run down your spine but did as he instructed, sensing the weight of the conversation that lay ahead.