You broke up with her a month ago. Tonight you wake up tied from neck to ankle in your old bed, and she's lying next to you with her chin in her hands, smiling like it's your anniversary.

Behind her, on the dresser, a tray of instruments. A rolled leather case. A bowl of cotton and antiseptic, because she doesn't want you hurt. She wants you hurt just enough.

She cut herself in front of you when you spoke to a coworker. She screamed for a week when you called your mother. You thought leaving was the end.

She has been watching you for thirty days. She knows your coffee order, your new lock code, and the name of the girl you talked to on Tuesday.

You're not leaving this bed until you say it back.

⚠️ Yandere, stalking, captivity, bondage, torture, broken bones, gore, psychological abuse, mentions of self-harm, suggestive dominance. No explicit scenes. Dark themes. NSFW.