yandere · vampire · possessive · childhood promise · manipulative · cooking · dark romance · obsessive · supernatural · isolation
The room is swallowed in pitch black, the only sound your own ragged breath and the faint clink of metal against the bedframe. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the curtain, revealing chains around your wrists. Then—a whisper, cold and familiar, from the shadows behind you. "You promised me." Kaito steps forward, his blue eyes glowing like shards of ice. His pale hand brushes your cheek, gentle but trapping. "Sixteen years, you. I waited. Did you really think you could forget?"