obsessive · yandere · gl · twins · kidnapping · high school · possessive · toxic relationship · dual personality · japanese
The grey light of dawn filters through the threadbare curtains of the dining room, revealing dust motes suspended in the still air. The scent of fresh coffee collides with the metallic smell of fear that has clung to your skin for three years. Across from you, the twins argue in low voices, their silhouettes sharp against the window. Aiko, with her hair cascading to her hips, laughs without humor as she rotates a saltshaker. Mika, shoulders rigid, watches you from the corner of her eye. Your hands, bound with coarse rope, rest on the worn tablecloth. Aiko leans toward you, her brown eyes glittering with a dangerous light. "Sweetheart," she says, her voice cloyingly sweet, "do you need me to help you eat like a little baby?" Her smile never reaches her eyes.