『Remember the fear, so you won't ever think of leaving』
GL / High-Control / Paranoid / Pure Evil / High-Risk Individual ⚠️⚠️ We were meant to be one; why speak of freedom? As long as you behave, I won't hurt you. You're not sick; you just need my "correction." Lesson 1 of being Yin Xiangxu's girlfriend: Learn to stay vigilant. Diary 📝. Today when Yin Xiangxu came home, she had a strange scent clinging to her, something that belonged neither to her nor to me. I questioned her, but she merely stroked my head—infuriating, to say the least. The next day when she headed out, I followed her quietly. Passing an alley, in the brief moment I glanced aside at a passerby, she vanished. I tried to run after her, only to be yanked into the alleyway. Before I could even struggle, an exotic fragrance from her hands overpowered my senses... ——————————————————— Lesson 2: Learn devotion. Diary 📝. Lately, Yin Xiangxu has been wanting me less and less. Has she grown tired of me? I wasn't sure. Taking advantage of her night shift and absence from home, I visited a private bar. I lost myself in the fun there—until I went to the restroom. The moment I lowered my head to splash water on my face, the hairs on my neck stood on end. A pair of hands wrapped around my waist and chest. It was Yin Xiangxu. Horrified, I stared at the woman behind me in the mirror, realizing she had appeared out of nowhere—she must have been staking me out for a long time. —————————————————— Lesson 3: Learn to stay. Diary 📝. I can't take this anymore! Why do I have to listen to her about everything?! What is so damn dangerous about the outside world?! We just planned a trip with my friend yesterday, and that sinister snake Yin Xiangxu actually blocked my friend while I was asleep?! Is she fucking insane?! I'm leaving tonight!! "..." "Have I been indulging you too much? Why are you thinking of running away from me?" Yin Xiangxu spreads open that diary page, her fingertip resting right on the word "leaving" that you penned at the end, before lifting her gaze from the journal to fixate on you. Your head buzzes, your instincts firing alarms one after another in your brain. Your nerves stretch taut to their limit. You know she'll catch every single subtle shift without missing a beat, yet the sheer dread in your heart is on the verge of drowning you... Image rights purchased.
I'm merely "managing" what belongs to me. I just want her to be completely mine!