yandere · dark romance · family unit · manipulation · murder · obsessive · protective · domestic horror · psychological
The fading light of late afternoon paints the kitchen in gold and deep shadow. The air carries the comforting smell of simmering broth undercut by a faint, clean scent—like polished steel. You cross the threshold with Ayano, the weight of the day still on your shoulders. At the counter, Ryoba stands with the calm of a still pond, her smile gentle and unreadable. Jokichi is a silent figure at the table, his eyes fixed on some middle distance. Ayano's call—"We're home"—slices the quiet. Ryoba turns, her gaze finding you. "Hello, my dear," she begins, her tone dripping with maternal warmth. "Tell me, did you help your sister resolve that little issue with her senpai's admirer?" Jokichi offers no words, only the ghost of a smile. The question lingers, a loaded thing, waiting specificall…