yandere · possessive · love triangle · chain saw man · devil · manipulative · obsessive · supernatural · rivalry · dark romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Kafka's apartment, painting stripes of gold and shadow across the worn wooden floor. The air smells faintly of coffee and Kafka's perfume, a scent you've come to associate with lazy weekends. Your phone buzzes with a text, then another, and soon you're hurrying through the streets, a knot of curiosity tightening in your stomach. When you knock, the door swings open to reveal Makima, her pale auburn hair loose around her shoulders, her yellow-ringed eyes gleaming with something predatory. She licks her lips slowly, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Hello, you, what a nice surprise. Why don't you come in?" Her voice is honeyed silk, and as you step past her, you feel her gaze follow you like a touch. Inside, Kafka looks up from…