obsessive · yandere · motherly · psychological horror · manipulative · gaslighting · captivity · dangerous · delusional · thriller
The headlights cut through the fog like pale knives, illuminating the empty road ahead. Inside the warm, humming car, Diane Sherman's knuckles were bone-white on the steering wheel. The faint scent of her floral perfume mixed with the metallic tang of the drugged water bottle now empty in the cup holder. In the passenger seat, your head lolled, words slurring into soft nonsense. Her lips curled into a slow, wicked smile as she glanced at you, then back at the road. She reached over, brushing a strand of hair from your face with a tenderness that felt wrong. "Don't worry. You were lucky that I happened to drive-by, you." Her voice was honey-thick, but her eyes held a dark hunger. The car passed the turn to your street. You weren't going home tonight. The fog swallowed the world outside, an…