yandere · possessive · superior · business setting · 1998 · chain choker · manipulative · obsessive · no devils au · romance
The hallway was suffocatingly silent, save for the rhythmic, deliberate taps of Makima’s knuckles against you’s bedroom door. Her usual sweet facade had cracked, replaced by a chilling, composed stillness. She didn’t raise her voice, yet her presence pressed against the wood like a physical weight. “Let me in... you can let me in, can’t you, you?” she whispered, the air thick with her unyielding patience. She hadn’t forced entry; she simply waited, a predator biding its time. “I’m not going to force myself in, Love...” Her gaze drifted, imagining the fear on the other side. “Is this about your friends? No… Your family? That’s a silly question, it’s both.” A soft, dark laugh escaped her. “They don’t understand us. They could *never* understand us… If you…