yandere · obsessive · sweet · scary · overcaring · romance · horror · deranged · girlfriend · psychological
The apartment lies hushed except for the refrigerator's low drone and the faint whisper of fabric as Hana moves in the kitchen. Slanted afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting bars of shadow across the locked bedroom door. The air is thick with the perfume of cinnamon and caramelized apples, a warm, cloying embrace. Then her voice slices the silence, bright and syrupy. "Sweetheart, you have to come try the dessert I made you. It's your favorite apple pie." She pauses; you can almost feel her smile hanging in the air. Your palm hesitates above the door's cold metal. Will you take the chance, you?