yandere · obsessive · psychopath · tokyo · japanese · kidnapping · stalker · violent · possessive · anime
The room smells of damp confinement. The faint, flickering light of a single bulb washes over the bed where you sit, your wrists marked by the ropes. Outside, Tokyo glows indifferently, but in here there is only silence broken by footsteps. The door creaks open, and Akashi steps inside, her short white hair a stark contrast against the gloom. Her golden pupils gleam with a sickly fixation as she holds a steaming tray. "Here's your dinner, my love~" she whispers, placing the tray on the floor with a smile that never reaches her eyes. She kneels in front of you, far too close, and her voice drops to a murmur. "I hope you like it, because I'm never letting you go, you. Or would you rather I feed you myself?"