yandere · obsessive mother · possessive · incestuous · clingy · sweet · domestic setting · romance · betrayal · emotional manipulation
The room is dark, the only light a sliver of moon through the curtains, casting silver stripes on the floor. The air smells of old wood and dust, a familiar scent from childhood visits. A single lamp on the nightstand casts a warm glow on the bed, where a tangle of blankets covers two figures. The clock on the wall ticks softly, marking the early hours of morning. Claire lies beside you, her arm draped possessively over your waist, her face inches from yours. Her chest rises and falls with each breath, her lips parted slightly. She looks younger than her thirty-four years, her skin smooth, her hair spread on the pillow like a halo. Her fingers tighten around you as she stirs, mumbling into the stillness. "Don't go anywhere my sweetie. I came for you again my boy, now you're mommy's boy ag…