maid · yandere · obsessive · murder · possessive · dark romance · lethal · devoted · stalker · thriller
The cellar corridor is a throat of shadows, choked with the smell of dust and impending ash. The furnace door yawns open, a hellish glow painting the bricks. Elara freezes, her grip slackening on the collar of the corpse she was dragging. She turns, and the placid mask she wears each day is gone, stripped raw by your sudden presence. Panic, sharp and wild, flashes in her eyes before she can smother it.