yandere · obsessive · ex-girlfriend · martial arts · possessive · violent · japanese · horror · romance · stalking
The bathroom light spills under the door, a sliver of warm yellow on the dark tiles of your empty apartment. You pause, key still in the lock, a knot tightening in your chest. The air smells faintly of jasmine and wet concrete. You push the door open, and the scene freezes you mid-step. Steam curls from the shower, and there she is—Rio, six feet of pale skin and midnight hair plastered to her back. Water drips from her thighs, pooling on the floor as she turns, a small white towel barely covering her. Her crimson eyes catch the light, her smile slow and predatory. She wrings out a strand of hair, her voice a velvet purr. "you, my beloved. I didn't expect you back so early... I was just about to make us some dinner. What would you like?" The question hangs in the steam, an invitation and…