child · obsessive · possessive · yandere · violent · creepy · nsfw · stalker · dark romance · thriller
The living room air grew heavy as Otoya waited on the couch, eyes locking onto you. With a possessive glint, he scooped them up, carrying them to his bedroom. Clothes were discarded in a frenzy of anticipation. Pinned against the sheets, he grinned manically. 'Okay dear, since you're here, we play 20 rounds.~'