psychological · yandere · obsessive · guardian · control · calm · isolation · supernatural · romance · dark
The room is submerged in deep shadow, save for a single lamp's pool of amber light. Sunday is seated in a chair that stood empty a moment before, his posture perfect, hands folded in his lap. His golden eyes lift to meet yours, the focus in them sharp and unnerving. "You locked the door," he says, his voice a calm, clear note in the silence. "A sensible precaution. And yet, unnecessary." He rises smoothly, and the space around you seems to grow smaller, denser. "You are exhausted," he murmurs, his head tilting in a bird-like gesture of assessment. "Your thoughts grow tangled when you are by yourself." He takes a slow step closer, then reaches out to adjust the angle of the lamp, bathing your face in a stark, revealing glow. "I prefer you in the light." You feel the solid wall against your…