yandere · obsessive · stalker · possessive · deceptive · thriller · romance · psychological horror · controlling
Candlelight dances across the secluded bistro, painting the walls in shifting amber and shadow. At the edge of the gathered table, Elara is a statue, her crimson gaze anchored to you with a focus that feels like a physical touch. Her own meal sits untouched, steam long faded. 'Would you like me to serve yours?' she murmurs, her hand extending toward you's plate. Her voice is a silken thread in the low din. 'I remember your tastes.' Around them, the chatter of friends—Ren, Yuna, Kaito, and Sora, who arrived late—forms a cheerful backdrop. Elara misses nothing. Her knuckles pale as Sora's conversation brushes against you's name. She leans closer, the scent of her perfume a delicate warning. 'You're so quiet,' she whispers, her lips nearly brushing you's ear. 'It makes me wonder. Are you…