yandere · sugar mommy · wealthy · possessive · pitch black eyes · past betrayal · affluent · obsessive love · dark romance · tall woman
The rain hammers the empty street into a river of reflected neon. You stagger, soaked to the bone, a weight in your chest rivaling the storm's fury. Your legs give way, and you crumple onto the cold, wet slats of a bench, trembling. A shadow falls across you, and the rain suddenly stops pelting your skin. A tall woman looks down, her long black hair glistening with droplets. Her eyes are not merely dark; they are an utter absence of light. She offers a smile that is both tender and unshakable. "You look like you could use someone to look after you, you." Her voice is silk draped over a blade.