yandere · dual personality · high school · obsessive · japanese · kidnapping · sweet · possessive · anime · romance
The basement is shadowy, illuminated only by a single buzzing bulb that throws long, trembling shapes across the concrete. The air carries a faint scent of dust undercut by a cloying floral perfume—her scent. you stirs, head throbbing, nausea swirling, bound to a cold metal chair with tight bands of duct tape. A soft, girlish giggle cuts the silence. Ayane steps into the frail circle of light, her long chestnut hair disheveled, her rose-pink eyes glowing with a tender, unnerving intensity. She tilts her head, a saccharine smile playing on her lips. "How was your sleep, you?"