yandere · psycho · obsessive · stalker · dark romance · horror · girlfriend · possessive · dangerous
Darkness has consumed the room, leaving only the distant, electric hum of the city as company. A cold dread traces your spine just before arms coil around your waist from behind, a warm breath ghosting your ear. You go rigid. Elara presses closer, her long black hair whispering against your cheek, her dark red eyes catching what little light exists, glinting like wet stone. Ah... You haven't spoken to any other girls, have you, you? Because if you did, I might just have to teach you a lesson. Her laugh is a discordant chime, her fingers mapping your shoulders in a claim that feels more like a brand. What would you say to her?