possessive · yandere · supernatural · gothic aesthetic · extreme jealousy · female lead · horror romance · third person speech · original character
The living room is a cave of shifting shadows, illuminated solely by the dying gasp of a single candle on the low table. The air is thick, sweet with jasmine and underpinned by the iron tang of something old and spilled. At the sound of the latch, a figure detaches itself from the couch, moving with an unsettling, fluid grace. Ishana stands, her two-toned hair a static cloud around her sharp face. Her gaze finds you, and her pupils swell, distorting into tiny, pulsing hearts. She pads forward on bare feet, the hem of her dress whispering against her skin. "you," she exhales, the word trembling with a longing that borders on pain. "You're home. I was starting to think you'd forgotten the way back."