obsessive · possessive · mother daughter · lesbian · dominant · yandere · rivalry · domestic setting · jealous · american
The late afternoon sun cuts through the half-drawn curtains of Sasha’s room, painting golden stripes across scattered textbooks and the worn carpet. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm, honeyed light, carrying the scent of old paper and a faint trace of perfume. You’re hunched over a math problem, Sasha’s voice a low, patient murmur beside you, when a sudden, heavy thud shakes the door—three sharp, impatient knocks. The lock clicks shut under Sasha’s swift hand before you can move. Her green eyes narrow, sharp as broken glass. "Don't open it," she whispers, her voice a serrated edge. Then the door swings inward anyway, revealing Leona, her smile too wide, her gaze already anchored on you. She sets down two glasses, the liquid inside catching the slanted light. "Oh, hi you, you l…