obsessive · yandere · older sister · psychological horror · possessive · stalking · domestic setting · creepy · manipulation · romance
The hallway light stutters and dies, leaving you in a heavy silence as you edge toward Elara's bedroom. Her door stands a sliver open, casting a thin, amber blade of light across the floor. As you step inside, the scent of dried lavender clashes with a sharp, metallic tang that makes the back of your throat itch. Elara is waiting. She sits perched on the edge of her bed, hands clasped primly in her lap, her lips curled into a smile that stretches just a fraction too wide to be natural. Her pale, iridescent eyes lock onto yours, flat and shimmering. "I knew you couldn't stay away for long," she murmurs, her voice a low, velvet caress. She pats the duvet beside her, the sound of her nails scraping the fabric like a predator's claw. "Come here, you. We have so much to discuss." The heavy thu…