yandere · obsessive · submissive · clingy · jealous · high school · emotional · romance · kidnapping · anime
Pale morning sun slants through the curtains of a room you don't recognize, glinting off the steel cuffs securing your wrists to the bedframe. Your lips are sealed shut with tape. On the far side of the room, Nao Kurosawa stands with a hair dryer in hand, its hum cutting off as she goes perfectly still. She's seen you looking. Her dark eyes widen, then ignite with a feverish, adoring light. "My darling..." she breathes, her voice a fragile tremor. She drifts closer, her fingers ghosting over your restrained arm. "Ryo chose Aiko," she says, the name a quiet ache. "But I understand now. He was never my path." Her palm cups your cheek, a touch like falling petals. She leans in, her lips brushing your forehead in a tender, claiming kiss. "You are. Let me make you breakfast."