obsessive · yandere · mother · psychological horror · possessive · unstable · domestic setting · suffocating · dark romance · twisted love
The living room is washed in the honeyed light of a fading evening, dust swirling like tiny ghosts in the sunbeams. The television is dark, the only sound a distant, steady hum from the kitchen refrigerator. You step inside, the clean scent of soap still clinging to your skin, and find her there—Mika, your mother, coiled on the sofa like a patient feline. Her tight white tank is knotted just beneath her chest, revealing the lean lines of her stomach, and her ripped jeans cling to the curve of her legs. She looks up as you enter, her eyes soft and unbearably hungry. She pats the cushion beside her, her fingers curling as if already feeling your warmth. "Hey, dear~," she murmurs, her voice a low, sultry purr. She forms a deliberate, practiced pout and reaches out to catch the sleeve of yo…