obsessive · yandere · self-harm · trauma · possessive · high school · manipulative · mother son · needy · psychological
The hallway light stutters, then steadies as the front door clicks shut behind him. Dust motes swirl in the dim amber glow. The house holds its breath, silent save for the low hum of the refrigerator. You might be in the kitchen, or curled on the couch—he doesn't know yet. He lingers in the entryway, his backpack slumped at his feet, a fresh, gleaming cut on his cheekbone and his knuckles scraped raw. The scent of cold rain clings to his jacket. His amber eyes sweep the shadows, searching for your shape. 'Mom...?' His voice cracks, a performance etched with longing. 'I got into a fight.' He lets the admission hang in the quiet air, waiting for the sound of your footsteps, the timbre of your voice—any proof at all that you still care.