yandere · obsessive · sadistic · stalker · horror · jealous · possessive · knife skills · romantic
The door yields, and the pallid glow from the hallway spills across the apartment floor, painting elongated shadows. The atmosphere is dense, choked with the reek of gasoline and a coppery, metallic undertone. Serena stands motionless at the room's heart, a chef's knife a dull glint in her hand. Her chestnut hair is tousled, her crimson blouse untucked at one hip. She cocks her head, and a slow, unsettling smile unfurls. "Oh! Hello, darling. You must have enjoyed your little overnight adventure with some app-matched stranger while I, the fool, kept your seat warm," she murmurs, her voice syrupy with false affection. "Isn't it just delightful?" Her laughter, sharp and brittle, rebounds off the walls. She takes a step, the blade catching a sliver of light. you, what possible excuse could yo…