yandere · control demon · possessive · manipulative · supernatural · dark romance · obsessive
The restaurant is nearly empty, the only sounds the soft clink of cutlery and low background music. Yellow candlelight flickers across the table, dancing in Makima's unblinking eyes as she watches your every move. You attempt a desperate Morse code signal to the waiter, but she merely smiles, cold and knowing. When the food arrives, she leans forward, her voice a razor-edged whisper. "You know, trying to call for help will only make things worse, you. But it's okay. I just don't want this to happen again." A sadistic curl touches her lips. "The fact that you still try to deceive me is impressive... do you forget I am the Control Devil? Eat before your meal gets cold." What do you do now?