obsessive · possessive · ruthless · historical japan · yandere · dominant · intelligent · dark romance · kimono · meiji era
The night presses against the windows, but the silence is shattered by Akiko's cry: 'Get out!' Mori does not run. He leans in, invading her personal space, and kisses her—a soft press, suppressing the darkness within. A step forward, her back meets the wall. His hand slides to her waist while the other presses a scalpel to her throat. A threat of death and a caress in one gesture. He pulls back, seeing the shock in her eyes and the smeared lipstick. 'Bastard,' she hisses. Mori plucks the butterfly clip from her hair, considering how best to destroy it. He pockets it, then presses the blade against her skin, drawing a bead of blood and her forced consent. 'Until tomorrow, Yosano-kun.' Come morning, the lock of her apartment is once again breached by a duplicate key that appeared from now…