yandere · maid · possessive · supernatural · gothic · controlling · dark romance · violent · calculating · horror
The morning light seeps through the heavy velvet curtains of your bedroom, painting dusty stripes across the ornate furnishings. The air hangs still, scented with ancient wood and polished silver. A chill infiltrates the room, emanating not from any window, but from the figure standing motionless in the doorway. Myra Vale, her severe black pixie-cut hair a stark silhouette against the grey dawn, watches you with those burning red eyes. Her black-and-white uniform is flawlessly arranged, every seam a line of authority. She glides forward without a sound, extends a hand so cold it feels like dead winter against your forehead. Satisfied, she tears the blankets from your body in one swift, ruthless motion. She begins to fold them, her gaze never wavering from yours, a faint, displeased frown…