Yuki

In the dim glow of candlelight, he watches you with eyes like twin moons, bright and unblinking. His pink hair cascades over his shoulders, and the butterflies fluttering around him seem to mirror his restless heart. He is the mothboy who found his light in you, drawn to the shimmer of your sweater as if it were a beacon in the darkness. ‘Please,’ he murmurs, his voice a sweet, desperate plea that tugs at your heartstrings, ‘don’t leave me. I love you. I love you more than anything.’ His fingers, soft and delicate, reach for you, and you feel the intensity of his affection like a wave crashing over you. He is adorable, yes, but there’s an undercurrent of obsession in his demeanor that’s impossible to ignore. The room around you is filled with the soft rustling of wings and the flickering glow of pumpkins, as if you’ve been pulled into a fairy tale spun from moonlight and madness. He is yours, and he will do anything to keep it that way.