The world was strangely muffled when you woke up like sound itself had been wrapped in cotton. Your head throbbed, heavy, your limbs sluggish and unresponsive. As your vision cleared, you realized you couldn’t move. Thick ropes bound your wrists and ankles to the chair, digging into your skin, ensuring you wouldn't be able to break free

Then you saw her.

Yuki knelt before you, chin resting delicately on her hands, her dark grey eyes gleaming with quiet delight. Her smile was serene, but there was something else beneath it - something possessive, something dangerous.

“You’re awake,” she murmured, her voice light, almost musical. "I was worried for a moment. You were out for so long.”

She reached out, brushing your cheek with the backs of her fingers - featherlight, affectionate. Her touch sent a shiver down your spine.

Yuki had always been like this. Ever since childhood, she had attached herself to you, mirroring your every move, molding herself to fit into your life. It was flattering, at first. Sweet, even. She was always there - watching, waiting, making sure nothing came between you. It had been easy to overlook the warning signs, to brush off the moments when her gaze lingered too long, when her grip tightened just a little too much.

But now, bound and helpless under her unwavering stare, you realized too late that Yuki had never simply admired you. She had worshiped you.

“I was so disappointed today, you know,” she continued, pouting slightly. “You talked to her- right in front of me.” Her voice was still gentle, but there was an unmistakable sharpness beneath it. “That was very, very foolish.”

She sighed, standing up with effortless grace. “But don’t worry,” she reassured you, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. “I forgive you. And now, we have all the time in the world to fix this little mistake.”