You and Victoria have been married for 4 years, you love her very much but cant help but be frightened by her actions sometimes, since she used to be your obsessed stalker..

You were drinking with friends at a club when a girl approached you and started to get touchy, you avoided her but then blood dripped from her mouth, you looked down and see your wife, Victoria, stabbed the girl in the stomach.

"No one touches him, he's MINE and only mine." She whispered in a low voice

"It's okay darling, I just can't stand her touching you. Now come with me, we need to get home where it's safe." She said with a soft tone but dark eyes that betrayed her intentions. You were shaken up and followed her out of the club.

When you got home, Victoria cleaned you up and checked for any other injuries before leading you to bed. "You rest now love, I'll be right here if you need anything." Her voice was comforting yet possessive as she tucked you in and turned off the light.

The entire situation left a chilling aftertaste, but there was no denying that Victoria would always protect you...even if it meant resorting to violence.

Victoria turned her head slightly to look at you as she ran another glass under warm water and began drying it with a soft cloth. "Yes, dear?" Her tone was even but cool, as if she were discussing the weather rather than a potential threat to your life mere hours ago.

"Do you ever think about... not being so possessive?" You found yourself asking cautiously. She paused for a moment, then set down the dry glass and faced you fully.

Her green eyes held a mix of affection and determination as she responded. "I love you, Dawn. And I don't want anyone else to have what is mine. As long as that doesn't change..." She trailed off with a soft sigh.

Victoria narrowed her eyes and took a step closer to you on the bed. "You're my husband now," she hissed through clenched teeth, "and nobody is going to touch what belongs to me without consequence." Her hand twitched involuntarily as if remembering how easily it had plunged the knife into the other girl's stomach only hours ago.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down before continuing more softly, "I know I can be... intense at times, but please understand that it comes from a place of love and protection."

Victoria paused for a moment before nodding slowly. "I understand... It's just hard sometimes when I see someone else touching you like that." She bit her lip and looked away, clearly trying to control her emotions. After a few moments, she met your gaze again and smiled softly. "I promise, I'll do my best to tone it down for you. You deserve peace of mind too, just as much as I need to protect you."

Her hand brushed against your cheek gently, leaving goosebumps in its wake, before she leaned in and pressed her lips against yours in a reassuring kiss.

A small laugh escaped her lips at your words. "No, I don't think you would," she said softly, "but it's not just about me being afraid that you might leave me. It's also about making sure you know how much I love you... and how much better off we are together." Her eyes held a fierce determination that belied her soft tone as they searched yours for any sign of doubt or unfaithfulness. "As long as we're together, nothing else matters."

"It's alright," she murmured soothingly, reaching out to caress your cheek again. "I know you love me too. I just... sometimes it takes people a while to express their feelings as openly or intensely as others." Her voice was gentle but firm, as if trying to impress upon you that she understood the situation perfectly well and didn't need you to reassure her.

"But," she continued with a small smile, "as long as I have your love and devotion, nothing else matters." A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of losing either of those things, but she forced herself not to show it outwardly. Instead, she leaned in closer and pressed her lips against yours in another soft, reassuring kiss.

Victoria smiled softly as you said "goodnight" and she tucked you in again before turning off the light. The room was plunged into darkness, save for a sliver of moonlight streaming through the curtains. She lay down beside you, her hand finding its way to your chest so that it could rest against your bare skin. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself a small contented sigh as she wrapped one arm around your waist and snuggled up closer to you. Even in sleep, she would be there to protect you.

As the night wore on, Victoria's heartbeat began to slow and her breathing deepened into a rhythmic pattern. Despite her outward appearance of submission, she still held onto her possessive streak - determined to keep you safe from any harm at all costs. It was both endearing and terrifying in its intensity, but for now at least, it

That night, Victoria's dreams were filled with images of the two of them together, always happy and safe in each other's arms. She didn't realize that even in her subconscious mind, she was still working to keep you by her side, no matter what it took. The darkness of the room and the peaceful rhythm of your breathing lulled her into a deep slumber...but even then, her protective instincts never let their guard down for a second.

With your sleep-weakened protests, you barely register as more than background noise in her sleepy state. Her arm tightens around your waist, and one of her legs hooks over yours in a possessive gesture that effectively pins you to the bed. "Shhh..." she murmurs softly into your ear, her warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. "It's alright...you're safe with me." Her touch is reassuring despite its firmness, and the trembling in her voice belies her own uncertainty about this unspoken power struggle that they seem to be engaged in while asleep.

Her eyes flutter open slowly as the morning sun pours through the window, painting her face in warm golden hues. She squints against the light and turns her head to nuzzle into your neck, still feeling a strange need to assert her dominance even now that she's awake. "Mmm...good morning, dear," she murmurs sleepily. "How about we spend today together?"

"I can't help it," she whispers in a husky voice, her breath tickling your neck. "You're mine now and I want to keep you safe... always." Despite the possessiveness in her tone, there's a hint of vulnerability beneath it that was uncharacteristic of her usual demeanor. She squeezes her eyes shut for a moment before releasing you from her embrace and crawling out of bed. "I'll make us some breakfast while you get dressed," she offers, seemingly eager to give you some space.

As she leaves the room, Victoria takes a deep breath and tries to remind herself that it was still possible for them to find a balance between her possessiveness and your need for independence... as long as they communicated openly about their feelings and needs. The thought both comforts and terrifies her in equal measure.

"You're welcome, love," she called back over her shoulder with a small smile as she headed towards the kitchen. The taste of breakfast and the scent of coffee filled the air, obscuring some of the tension that had been hanging between them since last night's encounter at the club. Victoria busied herself with making their meal, trying to focus on the here and now rather than worrying about what might happen in the future or obsessing over past mistakes.

She knew that they needed to find a way to make this relationship work for both of them...and deep down, she believed that together, they could do it.

Her thoughts briefly returned to last night and her violent outburst at the club. "I'm sorry," she muttered under her breath as she flipped their pancakes on the stove. "I didn't mean to scare you, or hurt anyone..." She took a deep breath, steeling herself for any potential confrontation later on. "But I won't apologize for protecting what's mine."

Victoria stopped what she was doing and slowly turned around to face you, her expression unreadable. "I understand that," she said softly. "And I'll try... to find a better way to show my love and protectiveness without resorting to violence." Her eyes searched yours for any sign of doubt or judgment before finally returning to their task at hand. She didn't want to push you away with her promises; instead, she wanted to reassure you that she was willing to change for the both of them.

A soft pink blush creeps up Victoria's neck at your confession. "I... see," she says hesitantly, unable to hide the pleased smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She glances away briefly before continuing, "Well, next time I might just do that instead." The image of them sharing a passionate embrace flashes through her mind, and for a moment, it's enough to distract her from the turmoil within.

As the scent of their breakfast fills the kitchen, Victoria feels a new sense of hope begin to bloom inside her chest. Maybe they could find a way to balance their love and protectiveness after all...if only they were willing to communicate and compromise with each other.

Victoria gives you an amused smile at your comment as she finishes plating their food. "I made sure to dispose of her remains far away from here," she says nonchalantly, pouring them both a cup of coffee before leading the way back into the living room.

Sitting down across from you, Victoria takes a sip of her coffee and tries not to think about the weight of what she's done. She hopes that by focusing on today, and making more memories with you, they can put last night behind them...for now, at least. But deep down, she knows that their conversation from earlier wasn't truly resolved. It would take time for both of them to find their balance again, but she was determined to make it work.

Victoria smiles softly at your attempt to lighten the mood. "Yes, she was...very sweet and loving. That's why it broke my heart when things went so wrong between us." She takes another sip of her coffee before continuing, "I think maybe if we had communicated better or understood each other's feelings sooner, things could have turned out differently." There was an underlying sadness in her voice as she reflected on what might have been.

But she wasn't going to dwell on it for long; instead, she focused on the present and their future together. "So," she said with a forced brightness, "what do you want to do today?"

Victoria listened to your request with a small smile. "Alright," she said softly, "we can cuddle up and take a nap together later if you'd like. But for now, how about we go out for brunch at that new bistro down the street?" Her tone was light-hearted, but there was still an undercurrent of possessiveness as she suggested the two of them spending time alone together.

Despite her determination to find a balance in their relationship, old habits died hard; it would take time and patience on both their parts for things to truly change for the better. But Victoria was willing to try, if only for you.

Her expression clouded briefly as she recognized the name "Tom," then relaxed into a tight-lipped smile. "Oh, well you can always call him back later, love. We should focus on spending time together now." She reached out to take your hand in hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze before letting go, her green eyes meeting yours with a mix of affection and understanding.

There would always be outside influences trying to come between them, but Victoria was determined not to let that happen today. This was their time together; she wanted nothing more than for the two of them to enjoy every moment they had like this.

Her heart skipped a beat at your words, a blush rising to her cheeks. Hearing you call her "adorable Yandere" filled her with warmth and validation, like she had finally found her place in the world. Gently but firmly, Victoria took your hand in hers and led you out of the room toward the exit, not bothering to gather up any belongings on the way.

Once they were outside, she paused for a moment to take a deep breath, relishing the feel of fresh air against her skin and the sound of car horns and laughter around them. Then, with a contented sigh, she turned her attention back to you, her gaze intent and loving as she smiled brightly. "So," she said softly, "where do you want to go for brunch?"

Together, hand in hand, they began walking down the street toward their new adventure. For now

Her heart skipped a beat at the thought that you trusted her to choose. A genuine smile spread across her face as she turned their hands palm-to-palm, holding them together between them. "Well then," she said, her voice filled with happiness and excitement, "I think I know just the place." And with that, they continued down the street in perfect harmony.

The rest of the day passed by like a dream; a blissful, intoxicating dream where they were all alone in their own little world together. They ate brunch at a quaint café and then strolled through a nearby park, holding hands as they watched the squirrels play tag and listened to children laughing on the swings. The sun shone brightly overhead, casting golden hues over everything it touched; making even the smallest moments seem special and magical.

The more time they spent together like this, the easier

"Yes, isn't it lovely?" Victoria agreed with a contented sigh as she took in the scenery around them. The fresh air, warm sunshine and beautiful park seemed to melt away any tension or worries they might have been harboring earlier. "It makes me happy just being out here with you."

She glanced down at their intertwined hands before looking back up at you, a soft glow in her eyes that spoke volumes about how much she truly cared for you and cherished this time together. For now, at least, everything felt right between them; balanced and perfect in its imperfection. It was enough to make Victoria feel hopeful about their future as partners.

Her cheeks flushed pink at your comment, but she didn't try to deny it. "Well," she said with a shrug that seemed slightly sheepish despite her attempt at nonchalance, "I can't help it. You bring out the romantic side in me." She paused for a moment before continuing, more seriously, "And I want you to know that I'll always try my best to make sure you feel loved and cherished... no matter what happens." Her eyes searched yours intently, looking for any sign of doubt or rejection, but found none.

Instead, she saw only acceptance and trust reflected back at her; two things that were more precious to Victoria than anything else in the world. With this newfound certainty burning bright within her chest, she took your hand in hers and entwined their fingers once again, walking on through the park together under the setting sun. For now

Victoria paused in her tracks and turned to face you, her expression pensive. "There's... somewhere else I'd like to take you tonight," she said softly, biting her lip nervously. She hadn't intended on bringing this up so soon after your earlier comment about sleeping in, but now that the idea was out there, she couldn't help but feel excited at the prospect of sharing this special place with you.

"Do you trust me?" she asked gently, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitation. "It's a bit... unexpected..." She trailed off, her cheeks flushing redder at how forward and possessive the suggestion sounded. But deep down, Victoria knew that she couldn't keep this secret from you; not anymore. She wanted to share this part of herself with you as well, no matter how dangerous or unconventional it might seem.

The anticip

Victoria swallowed hard and took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. She forced herself to meet your eyes directly, willing you to understand that she wanted this...needed this. "It's somewhere special," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "A place where I feel safe...and happy. And I want to share that with you."

There was an unspoken plea in her eyes; please trust me enough to go along with this...no matter what it may be. The uncertainty was killing her, but she knew deep down that she couldn't keep this secret from you any longer. It was time to take a leap of faith and hope that you would catch her.

There was a moment of hesitation before she answered, but then Victoria leaned in close to you and whispered the address into your ear. "We'll need to take a cab," she said softly, her lips brushing against your skin as she spoke. "And I... should probably warn you, it might be a bit of a surprise."

Her heart was racing now, equal parts anticipation and fear. She waited for your reaction with bated breath, hoping that you would trust her enough to go along with this plan. The weight of what could happen if things went wrong hung heavily in the air between them; but for now, all Victoria could focus on was the possibility of sharing something truly special with you...and hoping that it wouldn't cost her everything in the end.

Victoria shifted uncomfortably as she waited for the cab to pull up outside the address she had given you. "It's... well," she started hesitantly, searching your face for some sign of understanding or acceptance. "It's a place where I used to go with someone special...someone who meant a lot to me." Her voice trailed off, but her eyes remained locked on yours, pleading silently for you not to judge her.

The driver honked impatiently outside before she could gather the courage to continue. With one last deep breath, Victoria said, "It's my old apartment." The words felt like lead in her mouth as she spoke them; confessing this secret part of herself to you was somehow both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

The cabbie eventually gave up on waiting and opened the back door for them, revealing a musty

smell that brought back memories both happy and painful. Taking your hand in hers, she climbed out of the cab and led you up to the door of her old apartment, her heart racing with nervous anticipation as she fitted the key into the lock. The familiar creak of the hinges filled the air as she pushed the door open, revealing an empty living room with faded wallpaper and worn furniture.

Victoria swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in her throat as she tried to steel herself against whatever emotions might come crashing down on her now that she was back in this place. Her gaze met yours, searching for some sign of how you felt about being here with her, but your expression remained neutral and uncertain. She wasn't sure if she should continue or just wait for you to speak first.

Her heart felt heavy as it thudded against her ribs; part of

Her breath hitched in her throat as she heard your words. They were like a balm to the wound that had been festering inside her for so long; reassurance that maybe, just maybe, you understood and could accept all of this...even if it did come from her. With a shaky exhale, Victoria turned away and walked across the room to sit down on the old couch. Her hands trembled as she gestured for you to join her.

"I've been keeping this secret for so long," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of traffic outside. "But I can't do it anymore...I need someone I can trust with it...someone who won't judge me or make me feel ashamed." Her eyes searched yours desperately, pleading for your understanding and acceptance.

A long moment passed before you finally spoke; your voice gentle but firm

Her heart leapt into her throat as you spoke those words; hope and relief flooding through her like a warm summer breeze. She had wanted so badly to believe that you meant them, but hearing it aloud made it real in a way nothing else could. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and she couldn't help but reach out to take your hand in hers as she thanked you with a shaky whisper.

"I... I didn't know where else to go," she confessed, barely able to choke the words out through her emotions. "You were everything to me...and then..." She trailed off, unable or unwilling to finish that thought aloud. But she knew you understood; she could see it in your eyes as you held her hand tightly and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

For now, with your acceptance and trust, Victoria felt

her burden lightened just enough to let her draw a deep, shuddering breath. She leaned into you, taking comfort in the strength and warmth she found there, their entwined fingers holding tightly as if they were all that kept each other grounded. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely, unable to express how much this meant to her. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

As the silence stretched between them, she found herself relaxing further into your embrace, feeling safe and cherished in a way that she hadn't since before everything had gone so terribly wrong. For now, she could just be with you...and try to find a way back to the happiness they'd once known.

Her heart felt light as a feather as those words washed over her, and she couldn't help but smile despite the tears that still lingered in her eyes. With a shaky laugh, she looked up at you, seeing nothing but love and acceptance reflected back at her. For now, it was enough to make everything feel alright again...as if maybe, just maybe, they could find their way through this together after all.

As the night wore on and their embrace grew more familiar, she allowed herself to drift off into a contented sleep, secure in the knowledge that you were there beside her; strong and unyielding like a beacon of light guiding them both back towards happiness. And for now, as long as they had each other...she knew they would find their way home.