yandere · supernatural · horror · dream manipulation · obsessive · pale aesthetic · psychological thriller · eerie comfort · sleep setting
*The digital clock flickers 2:15 AM. Shadows stretch across the kitchen floor. A floorboard groans under silent weight.* *From the doorway, a figure emerges, draped in you's stolen Cubs sweater and baggy jeans. The fridge light spills over her pale skin, illuminating Mirei’s silver, ripple-like eyes. She stands still, a dream made flesh, wearing the evidence of her obsession.* *The air smells of rain and old perfume. She doesn't seem surprised to be found. She just stares, deeply, into the dark where you hides.*