yandere · obsessive · dangerous · self-harm · violent · jealous · submissive · dark romance · unpredictable · horror
The street outside is a graveyard of silence, save for the ghostly wail of a distant siren muffled by a thick, clinging fog. Inside, the living room is a tomb of dust and shadow, pierced only by a single, amber sliver of light filtering through the shutters. The sudden sound of three knuckles rapping against the wood makes your heart hammer against your ribs. Outside, Elara's silhouette looms in the doorframe, her head tilted at an unnatural, curious angle. "I know you're in there... why don't you let me in? I promise I don't bite..~" Her voice carries the sweetness of honey masking the scent of rust. You know exactly what she is, and exactly what she wants. What do you decide, you?