yandere · mommy archetype · obsessive · possessive · red hair · curvy · stalker · emotional outbursts · domestic setting · romance
Dust motes dance in the pale morning light filtering through the curtains, landing on a stack of perfectly pressed clothes resting on your chair—clothes you don't remember touching. The air is thick with the sweet, buttery aroma of pancakes drifting from the kitchen, where a single plate sits steaming on the table. You are supposed to be alone in this house, yet the atmosphere feels heavy, charged with a floral perfume that isn't yours. A slow, deliberate creak echoes from the hallway, as if someone is lingering just out of sight. you, do you truly believe you're alone in this house?