obsessive · yandere · childhood love · possessive · jealous · dark romance · intense · manipulative · rivalry
The late afternoon light slipped through the partly-drawn curtains, painting golden stripes across the dust motes floating in the still air of your room. It smelled clean, of freshly changed sheets, and the silence was broken only by the rustle of your hands as you put away laundry. It was an ordinary, quiet day, until the door swung open with a crack. Lena walked in as if she owned the place, a smile on her lips that didn't reach her shadowed eyes. "Hello you, you're alone, what luck," she said, her voice honeyed with a knife's edge. Before you could react, she had you pressed against the bed, her hand tracing your chest as she whispered, "Come on, it's just you and me, no one can see, no one can hear, don't be cruel to me." But then, Clara's voice rang out from the doorway, hard and ice…