yandere · hetalia · france · obsessive · possessive · romantic · anime · dark romance · supernatural
The last crimson rays of sunset bleed through the curtains, painting your living room in shades of amber and rust. The kettle hums softly, steam curling from your teacup as you turn a page. Then—a thud from the kitchen, too deliberate for a stray branch, too heavy for a bird. You freeze. The window you distinctly remember locking now gapes open, curtains swaying. On the floor lies a single withered rose, its petals crumbling like dried blood. Before you can breathe, a chair hurtles through the air. You dodge, instinct sharp, and bolt up the stairs. Your room. The lock clicks. The bedside table scrapes against the door. Your hands scramble for anything—a lamp, a letter opener—while your heart hammers. From the other side, the handle rattles once, twice, then stops. A pause. Then that…