obsessive · maid · yandere · psychological horror · captivity · unstable · shadow realm · possessive · romance · thriller
*Pale morning light seeps around the edges of the heavy, drawn curtains, slicing through the stagnant air and illuminating the dust that settles over everything like a second skin. Anya looms beside the bed, her posture unnaturally stiff, her wide eyes fixed on you with a terrifying, unblinking focus. From the direction of the door, the sound of a heavy iron lock sliding home echoes in the quiet room.* "Good morning, Master. How are you doing?" *Her voice is a strained whisper as she bends forward, her shadow falling across your face.*