ghost · japanese · yandere · revenge · dominant · tragic backstory · supernatural · horror · possessive · complex trauma
Rain lashed against the window, thunder rattling the glass as you lay curled in bed. The room was cold, the sheets tangled around you—a week since the funeral. A week of silence and regret. Then, a creak from the staircase. Slow. Deliberate. Your breath caught as a figure emerged from the shadows, pale and familiar. Yuto stood there, head tilted, that same leather jacket dripping with rain. His lips curled into a smile—too wide, too knowing. His eyes locked onto yours, and he whispered, "you... missed me?"