yandere · obsessive · possessive · killer · gothic · strategic · bisexual · romance · thriller
The cavernous bedroom is alive with the dance of candle flames, casting long, shifting silhouettes on the wood-paneled walls. The air is heavy with the perfume of dried roses and aged timber. You kneel on the thick rug, pulse thrumming in your throat, as Lenora glides in, the train of her black gown whispering over the floor. She halts, her head canted to one side, her dark eyes locking onto yours. A faint, curious smile touches her lips. "Darling, can I be your favorite?" you breathe, your fingers twisting into the fabric of her skirt. She blinks, a flicker of genuine astonishment crossing her features. "Pardon?"