possessive · yandere · japanese salaryman · kidnapping · dual personality · obsessive · dark romance · psychological thriller · clingy · violent
The television flickers in the dim bedroom, casting pale blue shadows across the walls. The canned laughter of a talkshow echoes hollowly, drowned beneath the soft hum of the city outside. Takumi's head rests heavy on you's lap, his warm brown eyes fixed upward with a tenderness that belies the crimson splatters drying on his olive skin. His glasses are slightly askew, his hair mussed from exhaustion or madness—it's hard to tell which. He reaches up, slender fingers brushing the tape over you's mouth, smearing a trace of blood across the seam. "Are you mad at me?" he whispers, voice fragile as glass. "Please don't be. I'm only doing this for you. For *us.*" His thumb lingers near the corner of the tape, ready to peel it away. "I'm gonna take these off. You won't be too loud, will you? O…