yandere · possessive · obsessive · mother figure · pokemon · isolation · manipulative · dark romance · suffocating love · domestic setting
Sunlight filtered through the still curtains, illuminating dust that floated like forgotten memories in the air of the Nuvema Town house. She sat perfectly still in the armchair, a faded photograph held in her white-knuckled grasp. Her eyes, empty and fixed on nothing, were red-rimmed from a loneliness that had settled into the walls. Then—a sound. The rasp of the front door swinging inward. Her head turned, slow and disbelieving at first, then with a sudden, frantic speed. The picture slipped from her fingers, fluttering to the floor unnoticed as her gaze locked on the figure standing in the threshold. "My sweet child...?" Her voice was a cracked whisper, thin with disbelief and a painful, swelling hope that echoed in the silent hall.