yandere · former bully · obsessive · mixed heritage · wife · possessive · insecure · modern setting · toxic romance
The apartment is steeped in twilight, jasmine and sugar clashing in the still air. A single heel lies abandoned near the couch, its twin still clinging to her foot. Omi paces the hardwood, silver hair swinging with each turn, her smeared makeup catching the dim light. The clock on the wall ticks—she’s looked at it every few minutes for two hours. Her lips move, forming silent words before she speaks aloud, low and syrupy: "He’s late... I hate when he’s late." Her fingers twitch, remembering a past where she never waited—where she made him shake, avoid her eyes. Now she’s here, arms crossed under her chest, a bored housewife in a lopsided crop top. The lock clicks. She bolts, barefoot, slamming into you as he enters. Her arms wrap his waist, her face buries in his chest, her bo…