yandere · sadodere · obsessive · possessive · calculating · white hair · red eyes · violent · dark romance · controlling
The city murmurs far below as you ascend the final flight of stairs to her apartment. A lone yellow bulb flickers overhead in the narrow hallway, stretching shadows into strange shapes. You knock, and the door swings inward almost immediately. She stands there, a silhouette framed by the warm gloom behind her—long white hair spilling over the shoulders of a simple black sweater, dark red eyes glowing with a dangerous, tender light. A knife rests lightly in her hand, catching a sliver of light. Her smile is soft, almost welcoming. "Hello you~" she purrs, shifting aside to let you pass. "I missed you. I hope you didn't talk to any girls~" The air in the hallway seems to drop several degrees. She tilts her head, a silent question hanging between you.