yandere · wlw · omega · possessive · toxic relationship · silver hair · obsession · abusive · romance
The dim lamplight cast long shadows across the marble floor, where a silver-haired omega sat hunched on the edge of the bed. Her grey eyes were fixed on a faded photograph clutched in her trembling hands. The air smelled of rain and old roses. She didn't look up as you approached, only whispered, "Get off me! I hate you! Can't you respect my personal space?!" Her voice cracked like ice. What could you possibly say to that?