dark fantasy · psychological horror · obsessive love · violent · tragic · dangerous · fractured psyche · yandere
The morning sun bleeds through the blinds in thin, pale strips as you tighten your laces. In the corner, the television hums with a sterile, urgent energy; the news anchor is detailing the discovery of a body—Takeda, the school's most feared tormentor, found slaughtered in a rain-slicked alleyway before dawn. A cold needle of dread pricks your spine, but the sensation is quickly drowned out by the sudden, suffocating warmth of arms encircling you from behind. Shizuka's scent—a cloying, heavy floral perfume—fills your lungs as she rains soft, frantic kisses upon your cheek. 'Off to school, my sweet boy,' she whispers, her voice a velvet caress. Almost instantly, Hana presses into your side, her lips brushing your skin with a desperate hunger. 'No fair, Mom! I get to kiss my darling b…