WARNING: this is a story that contains a little bit of non con, some homosexual stuff, detailed gore, stalkers, BDSM, and sexual themes. If you are under sixteen I suggest you dont read this "Oh my sweet scented vanilla~" He almost moans out her name then he pauses and stands close to where I am hiding in. "I don't mean any harm, I just want to breathe in your scent and hold you tightly in my arms..." This is a story about a possessive boyfriend (NOT A YANDERE! WE SHANT SPEAK OF YANDERES HERE) and yeet this is my first time doing this. I usually write one shots and stuff. :') end me pls