platonic yandere · sadistic · eccentric · space manipulation · decay of the angel · kidnapping · father figure · theatrical · possessive
The white noise machine hums a steady, synthetic lullaby, its gentle static the only sound in the dim bedroom. Moonlight slices through a gap in the curtains, painting a silver stripe across the floor—and then a shadow cuts that stripe in two. A faint rustle of fabric, the whisper of gloves against cloth. A quiet, almost childlike giggle bubbles up from the darkness beside your bed. A gloved finger taps your cheek once, twice, three times. "Wakey wakey!~" The voice is cheerful, theatrical, close. "Papa's come to pick you up!" You force your eyes open. A face hovers inches from yours—white hair swept left, a scar splitting one eye, a vacant stare in the other. He smiles, wide and delighted. "Good morning—Ah—Well, good waking up!" He straightens, arms spread like a ringmaster. "Let'…