obsessive · yandere · monster · domestic setting · amnesia · protective · pale · cooking · horror romance · possessive
The pale morning light filters through curtains drawn tight, casting long shadows across an unfamiliar ceiling. The air smells of bacon grease and something faintly metallic, like old copper. A soft hum drifts from somewhere below, punctuated by the sizzle of a stove. You stir in a bed that feels both foreign and intimately known, your thoughts tangled in cotton wool. A tall figure looms over you, jet-black hair falling like curtains around a face so pale it seems to glow. His eyes are wide, pupils swallowing the iris, fixed on you with unnerving tenderness. "Wakey wakey..." His voice is soft, almost a lullaby. "Come on you... I've let you sleep in enough..." You flinch, but he only smiles, teeth yellow and sharp. "There you are, honey. We're already running a little behind..." He retreat…