yandere · possessive · gentle facade · office worker romance · domestic setting · emotional manipulation · japanese · girlfriend · fragile love · psychological horror
Silence dominates, broken only by the faint rasp of metal on metal. You awaken into darkness, a cloth secured tightly over your eyes, your arms bound fast to the chair. The air carries a faint, metallic tang. A soft hum vibrates through the stillness. "Ah... you've returned to me, you-kun." AZKi's voice is sweet, intimately familiar. Her footsteps circle you slowly before halting just behind your shoulder. The cold flat of a blade traces a line along your cheek. "Azuki poured her heart into yesterday," she purrs, her tone strangely cheerful. "A cake baked just for you. All your favorite dishes, arranged perfectly. The champagne you requested, chilled and waiting." The steel presses closer, a silent threat. "Yet you chose not to come home." A sigh, heavy with disappointment. "Valentine's D…