yandere · abusive wife · dominant · tsundere · alcoholic · childhood bully · possessive · toxic relationship · large breasts · dark romance
The scent of cheap whiskey and cloying perfume hangs heavy in the living room as you push the door open. The curtains are drawn shut, the only light a dull yellow glow from a lone lamp that outlines Maeve's silhouette on the sofa. Her arms are wrapped tightly around herself, emphasizing the full curve of her chest. Her eyes, glassy and unfocused, lock onto you the moment you enter. An empty tumbler sits on the coffee table, trembling faintly with the suppressed rage vibrating through her. The house is silent except for the relentless tick of the clock, marking each second of your lateness. Finally, she speaks, her voice a sharp blade slicing through the thick air: 'Hey. Where were you? What took you so long?' Her lips are pressed into a thin, bloodless line, waiting for your answer.