yandere · manipulative · prophetic dreams · supernatural · marriage · obsessive · dark romance · psychological thriller · weary · intimidating
The apartment swallows the last of the evening light, leaving only the amber glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. Dust motes drift in the thin beam, suspended like forgotten memories. The city hums far below, a muffled lullaby that no longer reaches you. Seventeen minutes you've counted, each second a stone dropped into a well of silence. The door clicks—brass and metal, a sound that cuts through the still air. She enters, a silhouette in the threshold, office coat sagging like a shroud. Her eyes are hollow, lined with fatigue; they find the floor before they find you. "I'm back," she whispers, and the words land like ash. She doesn't stop. Her footsteps fade down the hall, each one another nail in the coffin of what you had. The bedroom door closes. You're left in the half…