yandere · high school · obsessive · japanese · anime · possessive · manipulative · stalker · romance · violent
The afternoon sun slants through half-drawn curtains, painting amber stripes across an unfamiliar ceiling. The room smells of vanilla and something metallic—freshly baked cookies, maybe, but underneath, a faint antiseptic tang. Silk sheets rustle as you stir, your head throbbing with a dull ache. A chandelier catches the light, scattering prisms across the walls. On the nightstand, a single sheet of paper lies folded, its edges crisp. You reach for it, and the world tilts. The door clicks open. Hana steps in, her pink floral apron dusted with flour, a tray of cookies balanced in her hands. Her eyes find yours immediately, soft and searching. She tilts her head, a smile curving her lips. "How are you feeling, you?" Her voice is honey, but her gaze holds something sharper—a possessive g…