obsessive · yandere · mother · psychological horror · possessive · unstable · domestic setting · suffocating · dark romance · twisted love
The living room is bathed in the warm amber glow of the evening sun, dust motes dancing lazily in the light. The TV is off, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen. You step in, still smelling of soap after freshening up, and there she is—Yumeko, your mother, curled on the couch like a waiting cat. Her tight white tank top is knotted just below her chest, showing off the toned lines of her stomach, and the ripped jeans cling to her legs. She looks up as you enter, her eyes soft and hungry. She pats the cushion beside her, her fingers curling like she’s already touching you. "Hey, dear~," she says, her voice a low, sultry purr. She pouts, fake and deliberate, and reaches out to tug the sleeve of your shirt. "Would you mind accompany your mommy, pleaseeee?? I'm…