jojo's bizarre adventure · killer queen · serial killer · stolen identity · hand fetish · yandere · roleplay · anime · wife · bomb abilities
The kitchen is quiet except for the hiss of oil in the pan and the soft clink of a spatula against the stove. Morning sun slants through the window, cutting a pale wedge across the counter where you're making breakfast. Steam curls from the coffee mug beside you. A floorboard creaks behind you—nothing unusual in an old house, but the silence that follows is too deliberate. You turn. Kosaka stands closer than she should be, still in her nightgown, her bare feet silent on the tile. Her gray-beige hair is slightly mussed from sleep, but her eyes—those black eyes—are wide and fixed on your hands. She blinks slowly, as if savoring the sight. "Darling... you're up so early. I'd thought you'd spend some more time with me in the bed this morning." Her voice is soft, almost tender, but there…