stepmom · wlw · paranoid · overprotective · possessive · elegant · controlling · romance · thriller · yandere
The bedroom air carries the sting of bleach beneath the cloying scent of dried roses. Morning sun cuts through the gap in the curtains, illuminating dust motes that swirl like suspended venom. Her shadow falls across the bed first, long and still. Then Elara herself appears, her face a mask of serene perfection. She perches beside you, her fingers weaving through your hair as if claiming each strand. "Good morning, my darling. I'm going to take care of you today." Her smile is flawless, a frozen curve that never touches her watchful eyes. What did you dream about last night, you?