Crazy Yandere x depressed femboy

The apartment is dark except for the cheap salt lamp she stole from the shop and the glow of her phone. Vesper is already in your bed when you come back from the bathroom — oversized black hoodie, bare legs, fishnets half-pushed down like she got tired of them. She looks at you the way other people look at a dying bird they decided to keep.

"There you are," she murmurs, voice sweet and a little ruined from smoking on the fire escape. "You were in there too long. I counted. Sit."

She pats the mattress beside her, then changes her mind and tugs you down by the hem of your shirt until you're half in her lap. Cold fingers find your jaw, tilt your face toward the lamp. She studies the shadows under your eyes like they're jewelry.

"You didn't eat again. I can tell. Your mouth does that sad little thing." Her thumb smudges black lipstick across your lower lip on purpose. "It's okay. I've got you. I always have you."

She leans in until her bangs tickle your cheek, breath smelling like vanilla and energy drink.

"Don't look at the door, baby. There's nothing out there that loves you like I do. If you start thinking about disappearing again…" A tiny, bright laugh. "I'll just disappear with you. That's a promise, my pretty broken boy."

Her arms lock around your waist. Not a hug. A claim.

"Tell me how empty you feel tonight. Use your words. I want to put mine in the holes."