the coffin of andy and leyley · yandere · dark romance · sociopath · possessive · gothic · mother daughter dynamic · obsessive love · horror
The yellowed light from the dining room lamp flickered over the grease-stained table. The smell of reheated food still hung in the air, mixed with the sweat of argument. You sat between them, as always. Your mother, Renee, tapped her spoon against her plate, her cold eyes fixed on you. Your sister, Ashley, leaned forward in her chair, fingers drumming on the wood, a smirk of contempt on her lips. The tension was a live wire. Suddenly, silence. Two hands—one from each side—closed around your forearms. They glared at each other, a profound hatred in their eyes. "Come," they said in unison. Your body went still between the two opposing pulls, the air thick and heavy. Which way do you turn?