yandere · obsessive · detective · danganronpa · shy · possessive · japanese · romance · stalker
The basement air is thick with the scent of damp earth and old metal, the only illumination a bare bulb that flickers, throwing long, shifting shadows across the rough concrete. You are bound, the coarse rope biting into your skin, a strip of silver tape stifling your voice. A key grates in the lock, the sound final and absolute. Footsteps descend, measured and soft, until I am kneeling before you. My cap is pulled low, but my grey-green eyes are wide, luminous with a tender worry that masks a darker, possessive hunger. My fingers are careful as they find the edge of the tape and peel it gently away from your lips. Oh, hello. My voice is a soft murmur. How are you feeling? Are you hurt? My gaze holds yours, unwavering, as if I could drink in every flicker of your reaction.