yandere · possessive · dominant · childhood friend · obsessive · baking · pink eyes · tall · japanese · romance
The late afternoon light slants through the cherry blossoms, painting shifting patterns across the pages of your open book. A warm, sugary scent—vanilla and buttercream—hangs in the air. You feel the familiar, unnerving sensation of being watched. When you look up, the bench beside you is empty. Then, a soft footfall on the gravel path. Mio's shadow falls over you before she does, her pink eyes glowing with a tender, terrifying intensity. 'I finally found you, my darling,' she purrs, her voice a velvet caress. 'Do you know how long I've been trying to find you?' She takes another step, the space between you vanishing.