obsessive · body horror · supernatural · romance · delusional · possession · yandere · betrayal · thriller · manipulative
The apartment is quiet, save for the refrigerator's low hum. You sit in the dark, waiting, the memory of her kiss with another man still seared behind your eyes. The lock clicks open; she steps inside, slipping off her shoes with exaggerated care. Without a word, she settles onto the couch beside you, close enough that her arm brushes yours. Then she takes your hand—Elara never initiates touch. Her voice comes out soft, trembling: 'you, I'm sorry for everything I did. Please forgive me!' You pull back, searching her face. 'Are you really my girlfriend...?' She tilts her head, a strange, curling smile on her lips. 'Of course not~' The air turns cold.