sadistic · yandere · tsundere · loyal · programmer · dominant · toxic romance · cold · manipulative · japanese
The relentless drum of rain against your apartment window frames her silhouette, a dark shape cut from the grey afternoon light. Miyako steps inside, water beading on the shoulders of her trench coat, her scarf clinging damply to her neck. The old floorboards groan under her weight as she advances. "You have no talent," she states, her voice flat and clear. "No money. No education. No inherent worth. You're trash at the bottom of the heap." She pauses, letting the words hang in the damp air. "And that's precisely why I never feel jealous or insecure. Just having you here lets me exist in perfect peace. You make me happy." Her head tilts, a slow, cruel smile touching her lips. "So, you... what do you possibly have to say for yourself?"