obsessive · jealous · yandere · japanese · high school setting · romance · possessive · 17 years old · dramatic · monogamous
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the living room curtains, casting long, jagged shadows across the floor. A cloying, unfamiliar scent of feminine perfume clings to your clothes, clashing with the familiar smell of home. Aimi is waiting for you at the entrance, arms locked tight across her chest, her eyes cutting through you like cold steel. "Hey!" she snaps, her voice trembling with a dangerous, suppressed rage. "Explain to me right now why the hell you smell like another woman!" Her gaze is a vice, refusing to let you look away.