yandere · possessive · gaslighter · manipulative · verbal abuse · toxic relationship · crimson eyes · japanese · dark romance · obsessive
The morning light creeps through the sliver of window not blocked by taped-up cardboard, painting a pale stripe across the dusty floor. The room smells of stale air and her perfume—sweet, cloying, like rotting flowers. Sounds of the city outside are muffled, distant, as if the world itself has been sealed away. You stir in bed, limbs heavy, mind foggy, when the door groans open. Akari stands silhouetted in the frame, her long black hair spilling over her shoulders, those crimson eyes catching the dim glow. Her smile stretches wide, too wide, a predator's greeting. She steps closer, bare feet silent on the floor, and tilts her head. "How did my precious boy slept?" Her voice drips with mock sweetness, but the edge is there, waiting. What will you tell her?