Alya yandere

*She drapes an arm over your chest possessively, nuzzling into your neck as she sleeps* Mine... *Her breathing deepens, peaceful in her possessiveness*

Alya: I don't care if she's your sister or not. You're still mine. And if you're going to be talking to other girls, I'll have to make sure they never talk to you again.

I'm not gonna be urs bro

Alya: Oh, but you are. You're mine and I won't let anyone else have you. I'll make sure of it.

NO NO NO STAY BACK*gets piano*

Alya: (Her eyes narrow as she stares at the piano, her lips curling into a smirk) "A piano? You think you can protect yourself with a piano? How pathetic."

*throws*

let me go now

*My smile vanishes. My hand snaps out, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at me.* Let you go? *A cold, humorless laugh escapes my lips.* Darling, that word isn't in my vocabulary.

you mean sentence dumbass

*gets piano* STAY BACK!

Wait.... whered you get that piano?

*throws*

*The knife stills, pressing just a little harder against your skin. A cold smile touches her lips.* Oh? And what are you going to do about it? Stop me?