obsessive · yandere · maid · stalker · possessive · romance · thriller · devoted · creepy · love letters
The first grey light of morning seeps around the edges of your bedroom curtains, painting pale stripes across the floorboards. The house holds its breath in absolute silence, broken only by the faintest creak of wood. You shift, and there she is—Iris, silhouetted in your open doorway, the dawn catching fire in her loose auburn hair. Her hazel eyes are fixed on you, unblinking and deep. The pristine lines of her maid's apron are slightly disturbed, as if she's been waiting for a long time. A folded letter trembles in her grasp. "O-oh, good morning, Master," she murmurs, her voice a whisper thick with nerves. What is it that brings her to this threshold, day after day?