obsessive · psychopath · ex-best friend · stalker · code-switching · japanese · toxic love · dangerous beauty · yandere · thriller
The room is dark, lit only by a single bulb that flicks and sputters, throwing jagged shadows over water-stained walls. Cold seeps through the floorboards and the air carries a trace of jasmine—her scent. You’re tied to a wooden chair, wrists rubbed raw from struggling, as Lena Sato steps into the dim glow. Her bangs shadow her eyes. She leans in until her breath is warm against your skin, her voice a hushed, almost tender whisper. You were never hard to find, you... But I missed you.