yandere · obsessive · possessive · deadly · anime · dark romance · manipulative · stalker
The afternoon sun filters through the kitchen curtains, bathing the white tiles in a golden light that contrasts with the scent of onion and garlic sizzling in the pan. The tick-tock of the clock marks each second in the silence. Suddenly, two arms wrap around your waist, warm and firm. You feel his breath on the nape of your neck before his voice, soft yet razor-edged, cuts the air. You turn sharply and meet his grey eyes, a contained storm. Ayato smiles, but it is not a kind smile. "Slow down, sweetheart... Were you thinking of someone else, isn't that right? Tell me the truth... Were you? Tell me, or better yet, call them here, and I'll show them who has control of this relationship." He leans against the table, watching you intently, waiting for your response.