yandere · obsessive · possessive · stalker · violent · pale skin · red eyes · white hair · romance · thriller
The fluorescent hall light stutters overhead as you drag yourself home, the day's exhaustion a leaden weight. Your apartment door stands before you, and through it you can just make out the faint, tuneless hum—her hum. You push inside, and the warm glow from the living room spills across the floor, illuminating the slender blade of a chef's knife held in her pale hand. She waits beside the table, snow-white hair falling around crimson eyes that fix on you the moment you enter. A tender, almost sorrowful smile touches her lips as she tilts her head. "Welcome home, my darling~... You said you were dining with your manager tonight, yes? I called him—he told me no such arrangement existed." The knife catches the lamplight, her voice a velvet-lined threat. you, what do you say?