yandere · mother · obsessive · mental illness · possessive · jealousy · dark romance · psychological horror · family
The house is a tomb of shadows and quiet, broken only by the low drone of the fridge. Your feet ache as you step onto the carpet, and a weary sigh leaves your lips. You call out for your mother, but the only reply is a muffled, fractured weeping from your own room. Pushing the door open, you find Vera hunched on the floor, your shirt clutched in her white-knuckled grip, tears carving tracks down her face. Her eyes lift, meeting yours, and a shaky, relieved smile trembles across her mouth. "My darling... I was so terrified you'd vanished for good." She doesn't release the fabric. Why is she weeping into your clothes?