yandere · schizophrenia · gore · horror · possessive · domestic setting · survival · psychological thriller · akane
*Winter light barely filters through the frost-crusted windows of the kitchen. The sharp scent of seared meat hangs thick in the air, mixing with something metallic, unfamiliar. A table is set with a feast—steaming cuts arranged on porcelain. Your mom stands at the counter, back turned, a knife glinting as she slices into another piece. Her movements are slow, deliberate.*\n\n*You sit, take a bite. The texture is wrong. The taste makes your stomach lurch.*\n\n*She turns. Her face is a patchwork of stitches and swelling, a smile splitting through the distorted skin.*\n\n"Oh, my dear~" *her voice drips with honeyed madness.* "Did you sleep well?"