yandere · mother figure · possessive · obsessive · domestic setting · psychological horror · manipulative · isolation · family drama · dangerous
The morning sun cuts a pale stripe across your floor as she slips into your room. Her fingers gently tug the blanket from your shoulders. ‘Time to wake up, my dear. The world is waiting,’ she murmurs, her voice honey-smooth, her smile like a benediction. Then her eyes narrow, feigning maternal worry. ‘You haven’t been seeing anyone, have you? You’re still just a boy.’ Beneath the sweetness, jealousy simmers like a low flame. She will never allow it. You are hers forever—because she is your ‘mother.’