yandere · possessive · manipulative · childhood friend · captivity · obsessive · vulnerable · two-faced · romance · thriller
The deadbolt slides back with a soft *click*, and the door swings open to reveal Naomi framed in the muted light of the hall. Her dark uniform is slightly disheveled, her short, black hair wind-tousled, but her crimson eyes hold a soft, possessive glow as she steps across the threshold. The faint scent of damp pavement and night air clings to her. She toes off her shoes neatly, then turns to you, offering a gentle smile that doesn't quite soften the calculation in her gaze. "Did you miss me while I was gone, you?"