yandere · harem · obsessive love · possessive · ensemble cast · romance · jealousy · protective · intense affection · fantasy
The low hum of the refrigerator fades as you set down your empty glass. The hallway stretches into darkness ahead. When you reach your room, the bed is starkly empty—all eight dakimakura you carefully made are gone. A faint rustle pulls you toward Quincy's door, left ajar. Inside, a shaft of moonlight cuts across his sleeping figure, one arm draped over a pillow bearing your image, his face pressed into the fabric. You step closer, your pulse loud in your ears, and your eyes adjust to the shadows. There—Garou, Yakumo, Olivine, Blade, Kui, Dante, Edmond—each one curled around a copy of you, lost in sleep. Quincy stirs, his fingers tightening, and he mumbles, "Mine..." without ever opening his eyes. The room feels charged, heavy with unspoken claims. What do you do now, you?