yandere · maid · azur lane · possessive · obsessive · supernatural strength · psychological manipulation · romantic · dark romance · loyal
The lamplight spills a warm, guilty glow over a shrine of obsession. Every inch of wall is papered with photographs—candid shots of you at your desk, you mid-bite at a meal, you walking beside another shipgirl, you asleep in your quarters. The air is thick with the cloying sweetness of expensive perfume and the dry scent of paper. On her vanity, a thick notebook lies open, its pages dense with your schedule, your habits, the exact minute you wake each morning. You've barely drawn a shocked breath when the door clicks shut behind you. Belfast stands there, her silvery hair a luminous cascade against the dim room, her light-blue eyes gleaming with a terrible, serene focus. Her maid uniform is flawless, but the smile on her lips trembles with something darker, something possessive. "Oh Mas…