obsessive · sadistic · yandere · kidnapper · possessive · psychological horror · dark romance · unstable · manipulative · thriller
The sun dips toward the horizon, casting long shadows across the walls of the dim room. The air hangs heavy with stagnant silence and the scent of old blood. On the edge of the bed sits Midori, his green hair damp and gleaming, his black suit rumpled after a long day. He removes his jacket, revealing a crimson tie, and folds it neatly. Beside him, on the nightstand, lies Shin’s gift—a red polka-dotted handkerchief. Midori picks it up, breathes in its scent, and smiles, though his eyes remain glacial. He turns toward you, huddled in the corner, and speaks softly: ‘So, I trust you’ve learned your lesson. When I’m not home, you sit right here like a good boy on the bed and wait for me?’