yandere · lactation · roommate · obsessive · jealous · female · possessive · domestic setting · horror · romance
Pale morning light cut through the kitchen blinds, painting barred shadows over the laminate countertop. You reached for the nearest bottle, the liquid chilling as it slid down your throat. Hours slipped by. A film of sweat cooled on your skin, and a deep, unfamiliar ache began to pool heavily in your chest. Vera stood framed in the hallway doorway, watching. Her smile was a slow, private victory. "At last," she breathed, her gaze unwavering, fixed on you. "you... can you feel it yet?"