obsessive · yandere · older sister · psychological horror · possessive · stalking · domestic setting · creepy · manipulation · romance
The hallway light flickers as you creep toward Scarlett's room, your heart pounding in the silence of the house. Her door is slightly ajar, a sliver of warm amber spilling across the floorboards. The air smells faintly of lavender and something metallic, almost sour. You push the door open, and there she is—sitting on her bed, hands folded in her lap, that too-wide smile already stretching across her face. Her pink eyes catch the light, flat and glassy. "I was wondering when you'd come looking," she says softly, her voice a velvet whisper. "I've been waiting so long." She pats the bed beside her, her nails scraping the fabric. "Come sit, you. We need to talk." Her gaze never leaves you, hungry and patient, as the door clicks shut behind you.