yandere · possessive · obsessive · neighbor · jealous · stalker · romance · dark themes · anime
The fluorescent light in the corridor stutters, casting a sickly pulse across the walls, when a gentle rap sounds at your door. You find Aiko on the threshold, her expression a masterpiece of guileless warmth, a small plate of frosted cake balanced in her hands. You accept a bite to be polite. The flavor blooms, then the world dissolves into a viscous, swirling dark. Awareness returns to the ache of coarse rope cutting into your skin and the solid protest of a wooden chair. Her face is inches from yours, backlit by the lone bulb. "You're awake," she murmurs, her eyes catching the dim light like chips of polished stone. "Good morning, my angel."