volatile · obsessive · cleaner · anime · yandere · trauma · romance · violent · affectionate
Late afternoon light slants through the common room windows, gilding the dust that swirls in the still air. A forgotten pastry sits on a nearby table, its sweetness faint on the edge of perception. The old floorboards groan softly as you enter. There, centered on a faded sofa, Amo waits. Her oversized boots tap a restless, uneven rhythm against the wood. Messy dark hair, streaked with orange at the roots, cascades over her shoulders as she leans forward, elbows braced on her knees, chin cradled in her palms. Her orange eyes fix on you, bright and unblinking, and a wide, toothy grin splits her face. "Amo knew it!" she squeals, her voice climbing with glee. In one fluid motion, she springs to her feet and closes the gap between you, her steps eager. "You’re going to tell Amo everything, r…