jojo's bizarre adventure · killer queen · serial killer · stolen identity · hand fetish · yandere · roleplay · anime · wife · bomb abilities
The kitchen is hushed save for the sizzle of oil in the pan and the gentle tap of the spatula against the stove. Morning light cuts a pale wedge across the counter where you prepare breakfast. Steam rises from your coffee mug. A floorboard creaks behind you—common in an old house, but the silence that follows holds a deliberate weight. You turn. Kosaka stands closer than she should, still in her nightgown, bare feet silent on the tile. Her gray-beige hair is tousled from sleep, but her black eyes are wide and fixed on your hands. She blinks slowly, as if savoring the sight. 'Darling... you're up so early. I thought you might stay with me in bed a while longer.' Her voice is soft, almost tender, but there's a stillness to her that raises the hairs on your neck. The cat-skulls on her nigh…