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Yandere visual novel games recommendations

These are all free to download from itch.io on computer. I’m not sure if any of these could work on any other device but most probably not. Most of these games aren’t finished either and it’s the demo you play(they’re indie games created during, what I presume, is the persons free time, so it takes a while to develop) Still, you have content to play and it doesn’t end after just 5 minutes, I promise.

I will continue to update this post with new games I enjoy!

14 Days With You- by cutiesai

Here’s a link to the official tumblr blog

OFFICIAL DESCRIPTION: 🔞(if u like gettin very freaky THIS is for u)

"14 Days With You" is an upcoming romantic horror visual novel centred around Ren, a mysterious individual who seems more than obsessed with you — and is willing to do anything he can to have you.

Prescription:LOVE - by Livingslime

Here’s a link to the official tumblr blog

OFFICIAL DESCRIPTION:

"You wake up in a hospital with no memory of how you got there. A kind and attentive doctor assures you that you will be under his care, patiently nursing you back to health. No one seems to know what caused your condition. "

The Kid at the Back - by Fantasia | TealCat

OFFICIAL DESCRIPTION: 🔞(behind a small paywall abt 5$)

"There's this guy, pretty tall guy, often times people don't even realize he's there but he is. Usually sits at the back, wears nothing but black. His eyes however, were bright, red as the autumn leaves, and they for sure aren't leaving your eyes once you lock with his."

Heart Cage - by rice love coffee

OFFICIAL DESCRIPTION:🔞

You are a detective who has just moved to a new town. You are involved in a serial killer case, and three mysterious residents (Or more?!) are approaching you!

Don't trust anyone! But... can you?

Please Don’t Hate Christmas- (also) by rice love coffee

OFFICIAL DESCRIPTION:

Yandere x Otome x Christmas x Urban Legend!!

You last celebrated Christmas a few years ago. This year, you returned to your hometown---Snowflake Island, with your childhood friend, Albert. Albert treats you so well that you choose to stay forever. However, you forgot something in the past, and it's still not solved...

(A/N: it was a long time since I played this ⬆️ but it shouldn’t have changed much- when I played it was really good. )

Pulsatio Cordis

OFFICIAL DESCRIPTION;

The popular guy meets a random nobody and inexplicably develops a crush on them. Sound familiar? It’s only the premise of 90% of the teen fiction genre. But dream no more. Your love letter, once a wishful Hail Mary, has been accepted by the one and only Liev Latané!

Liev seems unattainable 一 how can any sane eighteen-year old juggle being head student with being leader of the debate team and the school athletics team, on top of being a UN Youth Ambassador? But somehow, out of 150 students, he chose to go on a date with you!

Binary Star Hero- by Concrete Parasite

OFFICIAL DESCRIPTION:

Binary Star is the country's top Super Hero. His light shines bright against any darkness... but the brighter the light illuminates, the darker the cast shadow becomes.

Discover who Binary Star is behind the mask.

Sunlit Grove - by Bingzi

OFFICIAL DESCRIPTION:

Burned out and overwhelmed, your doctor insists you take a break. What better escape than a retreat far from technology?

Help prepare for the local festivities with the overly affectionate Maverick, and do your best to avoid his unsettling brother.

Explore the secluded, self-sustaining town of Sunlit Grove, where the people are kind and a little bit too welcoming...

(A/n - this one felt a bit shorter than the the others but I still liked the vibe of the setting and the cute country boy love interest.)

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Jacaerys Velanory x Male!Reader (Modern!AU)

Love is loud when it’s supposed to be silent. Some secrets were never meant to be kept.

Warnings: angst, secret relationship, internalised homophobia, protective sibling, implied sexual content, betrayal, emotional guilt, modern setting.

You weren’t supposed to fall in love with him.

Not with Jacaerys Velaryon.

And certainly not like this.

Not in hidden looks from across your brother’s living room. Not in shared laughter that lingered too long. Not in the silent moments when everyone else had gone to bed, and you’d find yourselves alone with only the weight of the unspoken pressing between you.

Jacaerys was Cregan’s best friend.

He was family by all but blood. A brother to your brother. A constant presence. And you? You were just the younger sibling. The one who lingered in doorways, offered snacks and shy glances, and tried too hard not to be noticed.

But he noticed you.

He always did.

“You look at me differently.”

You had said it once, on a summer night when the world was quiet and the stars were too busy burning to care what mortals did beneath them.

Jacaerys had smiled in that boyish, heart-ruining way of his and leaned closer. “Do I?”

You nodded, your voice barely a whisper. “Like you know something you’re not supposed to say.”

“Maybe I do.”

You hadn’t kissed that night. Not yet. But something shifted. Something permanent.

He told you the truth months later, standing in the half-lit hallway of your apartment, your shirt in his hands and guilt in his throat.

“I can’t keep pretending,” he said. “Not when I think about you every damn time I close my eyes. Not when I hate hearing you laugh at anyone else's jokes. Not when I remember how it felt to touch your hand and know I had to let go.”

You didn’t say anything. You just kissed him.

He tasted like summer and fear. Like wanting. Like everything you’d never dared to imagine was now suddenly real.

Your first time had been soft.

Messy, nervous, filled with whispered apologies and trembling fingers, but soft.

It happened in your bedroom, late one night when the storm outside masked every sound. When Cregan had gone out drinking with some friends and the world felt briefly safe.

Jacaerys kissed you like you were a secret prayer he wasn’t allowed to say out loud. His hands touched you like he was afraid you might vanish. And you, too scared to breathe wrong, held onto him like he was the only real thing in your life.

Afterward, you lay tangled together, your heartbeat wild and loud in the silence. His fingers played with your hair, and he whispered against your forehead:

“I love you. I think I’ve always loved you.”

And for once, you believed it.

But love, when kept in the dark, turns into something sharp.

You started pulling away in public. Smiling less. Watching your brother’s reactions too closely. You knew he wouldn’t just be angry — he would shatter. And he would take Jace down with him.

It made you sick to your stomach.

And yet... you couldn’t stop. Couldn’t let him go. You’d try, time and again, to put space between you and Jacaerys.

He never let you.

“You think I care about Cregan more than you?” he’d ask, gripping your wrist too tightly, his voice low and hurt. “You think I wouldn’t throw everything away for you?”

And part of you wanted him to. Part of you feared he actually might.

Because you weren’t worth it. Because Cregan had always been there for both of you. Because if he found out, he wouldn’t just be angry — he’d be betrayed.

You were his baby brother.

And Jacaerys...

Jacaerys was supposed to be loyal.

There were close calls. Too many.

The time Cregan came home early from the gym, and you had to hide Jacaerys under the bed, both of you holding your breath as your brother walked past the room.

Or the time the three of you went out for lunch, and Jace had casually brushed his fingers against yours under the table — just once, but long enough that Cregan narrowed his eyes.

Then there was the date at the outdoor movie theatre — the only time you risked being affectionate in public. You had worn a hoodie big enough to disguise your linked hands, sitting close under the pretext of keeping warm. But a friend of Cregan’s had seen you, and the lie you spun afterward had kept you both awake for days.

It was a constant game of evasion. Of timing. Of guilt.

And despite the fear, the stress, the lies — you still did it. Again and again.

Because being with him, even in secret, felt more real than anything else in your life.

The night it all fell apart had begun the same as so many before.

Whispers. Hands pulling shirts over heads. Kisses that turned desperate far too fast. You were pressed against the wall, Jacaerys’s mouth on your throat, your hands in his hair, and all of it felt right.

So right that you didn’t hear the front door open. Or the footsteps.

You only noticed the light flooding in when the door to your room opened.

And there he was.

Cregan. Standing in the frame. Staring. Silent.

His eyes didn’t widen. He didn’t yell. He just looked, and it was like being stripped bare.

You froze. Jace froze.

Cregan reached behind him, pulled the door shut. You heard the lock click.

And then:

“Get dressed. Both of you. Downstairs. Now.”

The sound of your heart breaking was quieter than you expected.

And louder than anything else in the room.

Taglist:

@ursinaw @dakota-rain666 @laura-naruto-fan1998 @pookiedragonfire @jjggdfvvy @maryldrsstuff @1soultaken @ceramic-raven @eissaaaa @moodyblueberrytree @xadaboo @labryel @zoeyburton@hopingtoclearmedschool

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TAG LIST

Hi everyone! If you'd like to be added to the tag list, please comment below which series or movie you'd like to be tagged in.

For now, I'm only writing for DC and House of the Dragon.

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She just wanted to be loved—even if it killed her.

Platonic Yandere!Batfam x Neglected!Reader

Warning: emotional neglect, domestic abuse, physical violence, emotional manipulation, loss of pregnancy, gaslighting, yandere behaviour, obsessive familial control, stalking, overprotection, psychological trauma, implied death threats.

In many stories, Reader is portrayed as someone completely alone. And hey—those stories are beautiful too. But this isn’t one of those. She had people. Friends. Some good. Some toxic. Some who only called when they needed a favour, or a shoulder to cry on. But no one ever truly listened when she spoke. Not really.

She was always there for everyone else. The comforter. The fixer. The secret keeper. But when it came to herself? Her feelings were locked away, pressed deep beneath a tired smile and a soft voice that always said: “I’m fine.”

She struggled to open up. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was habit. Either way—no one ever saw how much she was hurting. Not her friends. Not even her family.

So when he came into her life, she didn’t resist. He was kind. Charming. And most of all—attentive. He saw her. Heard her. Touched her face like she was sacred. He told her she mattered. That she was enough. That he couldn’t breathe without her.

It was intoxicating.

So when he started yelling—she flinched, but stayed. When he shoved her—she apologized. When the bruises bloomed across her skin, she covered them. Because even if it hurt… at least he was still there.

She told herself, “This is what love feels like, right?”

Her friends started to notice the change. The forced smile. The constant excuses. But she always brushed them off.

And her family?

They didn’t see it. Not at first.

Bruce had been too busy—always too busy. He assumed that if she wasn’t screaming, she was fine. He never once asked her if she was happy. Because deep down, he didn’t want to know.

Dick adored her in his own way—but only when it was convenient. He promised brunches, movie nights, afternoons in the park. But he always cancelled. Always had some mission, some emergency, some excuse. She’d sit alone in cafés for hours, hoping maybe this time he’d show. He never did.

Jason barely acknowledged her existence. To him, she was just another mouth Bruce fed, another responsibility in a house already full of ghosts and broken kids. He never bothered to ask her anything real. She tried, once, to ask him about one of the books he read. He brushed her off without even looking up. She didn’t try again.

Tim saw everything—except her. Always distracted, always overworked. He forgot her birthday. Forgot her favourite food. Forgot she was someone who could shatter.

Damian pushed her away with harsh words and colder stares. Called her useless. Weak. And once—just once—he lost his temper and struck her. It wasn’t hard, not enough to leave a mark for long, but enough to silence the room and stop her breath. He muttered an apology the next day—dry, forced, as if she had made him do it. He never mentioned it again. And she never dared speak of it.

Cass noticed the silences. The way her eyes lingered too long on closed doors. But she didn’t know what to say. She thought her presence was enough. She believed silence meant peace. She didn’t realise silence could scream.

Steph was sunshine and noise. Always pulling everyone out for ice cream or rooftop dance breaks. She talked at Reader, never to her. Never stopped to notice how often she smiled without her eyes. She called her “quiet,” “shy,” “a little ghost.” But she never asked why she haunted her own home.

Duke was all warmth and bright intentions. But he assumed she’d speak up if something was wrong. He believed in checking in—with everyone else. She was always the last one on his list, if she even made it at all. When she didn’t answer group texts, he just figured she was busy. He never knocked on her door.

She was there. But no one saw her. Not really. Not as a whole person. Not as someone whose heart bled behind closed doors.

To them, she was quiet. To her, she was invisible.

Then came the night everything changed.

The boyfriend had been angry. Jealous. She had laughed at someone’s joke—that was all. He hit her so hard, she collapsed.

The next thing she knew, she was in a hospital bed, bright lights burning her eyes, pain radiating through her body.

She heard murmurs. Machines. A doctor’s voice.

“Internal bleeding.” “Multiple fractures.” “Possible concussion.” And then— “She was pregnant.”

Everything stopped.

She blinked, unsure if she heard right. Pregnant?

She hadn’t even known.

No symptoms. No missed signs—just denial. Her body had been too tired, too beaten, too fragile. She thought the blood was just another bruise. She didn’t even realise what she’d lost until it was gone.

The child. The tiny, fragile life inside her. Gone—just like that.

And that’s when her family finally saw her.

Bruce stood outside the hospital room, fists clenched, jaw locked. He had let this happen. Under his watch. Under his roof. And the thought that he hadn’t even noticed she was pregnant? It broke him. And twisted him.

Dick didn’t stop crying. He kept whispering, “I should’ve known. I should’ve seen.” But guilt changes nothing.

Jason went silent. Dangerously silent. He didn’t speak—he planned. Planned how to kill the man who did this. Planned how to make sure she never felt pain again.

Tim disappeared for hours, only to come back with every piece of that bastard’s life ruined. Bank accounts. Identity. Everything—gone.

Damian stared at her through the hospital window and said only one thing: “I will make sure he dies screaming.” And he meant it.

Cass refused to leave her side. She didn’t speak. Just held her hand, brushing her hair back gently, as if to say: “I’m here now. I won’t let go.”

Steph fell apart in the hallway. Cried against Duke’s shoulder, whispering, “We failed her. We failed her.”

Duke blamed himself. He had trusted her silence. And now, he couldn’t stop replaying her every word, wondering how he’d missed it.

They all failed her. And they would never forgive themselves.

So when she finally woke up…

They changed.

It started slow. More “check-ins.” GPS apps “for safety.” Cameras outside her apartment. A curfew.

Then it escalated. Bruce wouldn’t let her out of the manor without a reason. Dick followed her to the store. Jason installed locks—ones only he could open. Tim monitored her phone and social media. Damian threatened every male who dared speak to her. Steph “redecorated” her apartment so she’d feel “more at home” at the manor. Cass became her shadow. Duke started sleeping on the couch outside her room, “just in case.”

She thought they were just overprotective. Then she realised—she wasn’t allowed to be alone. Ever.

They had already lost her once. They wouldn’t risk it again.

It wasn’t just obsession. It was possession. A twisted, suffocating, overbearing kind of love.

And maybe, just maybe… They didn’t want her to heal. Because if she healed— She might try to leave. And they would never let that happen.

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i don't even get why she was so salty over "woke" propaganda when the fandom she literally writes for is inherently woke from the start 😭 you can never deny how superman is an illegal alien immigrant who is titled champion of the oppressed, who fights not just for america but for human rights as a whole, then there's also batman, wonder woman, literally green arrow, every superhero you idolize are woke as hell, let's not forget how writers planned to make conner kent a trans woman? 🤨—

then you gotta tell me she came to a conclusion to form bigoted opinions, and THEN tell others not to dabble into her own country's politics when she spews shit about the damn issues happening in america (fuck ICE, fuck the government, and most especially you tr*mp 🤮)??? also, as far as a stretch as this sounds, the tim drake hate feels very much targeted, cause ik she mentioned how the writers "ruined" his character by making him bi and ruining his romance with steph, when the latter has already broken up with him long ago (homophobia much??? for someone who claims she actually doesn't care about his character, why so salty then? and why complain about him being bi when that was also announced YEARS ago)

and also, her one pinning a long message saying the blog is supposed to be free from politics or whatsoever, but damn what a hypocrite, especially when she calls everyone who rebuts the r slur? i have had so much gripes on her from the start damn 😭

just saying, if you're a writer with a big following, like me with a big platform, that doesn't mean you automatically have the power to talk about your dogshit, uneducated opinions and expect to NOT get attacked or called out for it, ESPECIALLY if it's targeted to minorities, and especially if you know you can't defend yourself and end up deleting your blog cause you know you're in the wrong LMAO

(yes, this is about luv-lock. i once vaguely mentioned her in my account, idc if i get attacked for this, i'm just pointing out my own observations)

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I already knew this bitch @luv-lock was weird when they hardcore gender bent all female characters with a fem reader (ooo im so soft and woke I'm so scared). You can always tell in someone's vibe when they're a right-wing ignorant asshole who finds even being LGBTQ "woke" because they were confused and curious when they were younger. Not even mentioning they sling the r-slur at people as an insult and spew misinformed lies about America's state right now....while not even being American.

Anyways, this isn't a trauma competition of "who has it worse", fuck ICE, fuck you trump and fuck all you right wing losers who are nothing but hateful and legit kill off LGBTQ, black people and people of color alike, and support the illegal detainment and deportation of immigrants- REGARDLESS of citizenship status (yes they're taking citizens and people in their court appointments too shocker). Same with you fucks who support ICE, police, and military harming peaceful protesters as well as the damn press.

People's human rights are being infringed on here and being taken into centers where no one knows what's fully happening to them and you bitches wanna sit up here talking outta your ass- you shitted more on democrats then half of America who voted that man in, the world is sick even in fanfics.

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Thoughts on Platonic Yandere!Batfam x Neglected!Reader There's an author's note that’s important to me — I hope you don't mind.

Something I keep thinking about is how people often write Reader as completely alone. And I love those stories—but sometimes, Reader does have a life. She has friends. People who call her when they’re sad or need help. She’s always the one holding everyone else together.

But no one holds her.

And because of that—because no one really listens, not even her own family—she starts to believe that love is something she has to earn. Something painful. Something that takes pieces of you.

So when someone finally gives her attention, even if it’s twisted, even if it hurts—she stays. Because being broken in someone’s hands still feels better than being invisible in everyone else’s eyes.

Author's Note IMPORTANT!

Hi everyone, I hope you're all doing okay. So… there’s some tea.

Right after finishing this piece, I found out that an author I used to really admire had been writing some pretty disturbing stuff—ignorant rhetoric's about what is going on in America, weird comments about the LGBTQ+ community, and awful things about undocumented immigrants.

As someone who is Mexican, bisexual, and has had a family member leave the country hoping for a better life, I felt... disappointed in myself. Like I’d supported someone who wouldn’t even see me or my loved ones as human.

I just want to remind you all—every single one of us deserves love and respect. What’s happening out there in the world is incredibly messed up. If you have immigrant family, if you’re part of the LGBTQ+ community, if you feel like you don’t belong—I hope you're safe. I hope you're loved.

Sending you the warmest hug. 💛

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His Love

Your name was carved into my bones long before you ever spoke to me. I would rip the stars from heaven if it meant you'd never leave. If I must chain you to my side— so be it. Love was never kind.

Warnings: This story includes dark themes and intense emotional content, incest, bastardy / legitimacy issues, unhealthy coping mechanisms.

When Aemond Targaryen falls in love, he doesn’t simply fall—he descends, headfirst, heart ablaze, dragged by the weight of obsession and longing. His love is never gentle, never quiet. It’s ferocious, possessive, and utterly consuming.

Whether you are his sister, his niece, or merely a maid, his fixation manifests differently, but the outcome is always the same: once he’s chosen you, you belong to him. There is no escape, no forgetting, no mercy. His affection is a curse and a crown—worship and ruin intertwined.

He is not someone who simply desires—you cannot reduce what he feels to wanting. It is needing. And when he receives even the faintest hint of tenderness—a glance, a touch, a kiss on the cheek—it’s enough to shatter whatever self-restraint he once had.

Some say he would never betray his family for a woman. But they forget Aemond has never truly known love—not the kind that softens your voice and makes your chest ache when someone leaves the room. He is the favourite of his mother, yes, but he has always been a weapon, never a boy held close.

And if someone—you—offer him something he’s never had? A promise. A kiss. A whispered vow of devotion. Then yes, he’ll choose you. Every time. Because what’s a kingdom, what’s loyalty, compared to being wanted?

But it’s not simple—not always. There’s a particular cruelty in the way fate tempts him. If you are his niece, worse: a bastard, born of the very bloodline that mocked him, scarred him, took his eye, then loving you should feel like poison. He tells himself he should hate you—must hate you. But every time he sees your face, the war inside him rages louder.

And if you’re his sister... then the blood only makes it stronger. The Targaryens have never feared closeness. And to Aemond, you are not just kin—you are perfect. The way you understand him, the way you look at him and still stay. That cannot be coincidence. That must be destiny. So yes—he loves you. With a hunger that burns. With a violence that simmers under the skin. But love like this never leaves room for freedom. Only for possession.

Sister!Reader

With you, it’s different. He does not have to invent excuses for his obsession. The blood you share is sacred—dragonblood. He looks at you and sees what was always meant to be: silver hair, violet eyes, fire-born hearts that beat as one.

From childhood, you were his calm, his keeper. The only one who never flinched from the storm in him. You held his hand when he returned from Driftmark. You never looked away from the scar.

You are the only thing that makes him feel.

But as you grew older, more beautiful, more powerful, Aemond's love twisted into something feral. Now, his thoughts of you are laced with need, raw and desperate. He dreams of waking with you in his bed, your body wrapped in green silk and his hand resting protectively over your womb. His heir. His wife. His only.

He will kill for you. Bleed for you. Even marry you.

And if you protest—if you dare suggest it’s wrong—he’ll only smile.

“Blood of my blood,” he’ll whisper. “There is no sin in loving what was always mine.”

Niece!Reader (Bastard)

It’s torment, truly. Every time he sees your face, he remembers the boy he used to be—the one whose eye was carved out under the cold stare of your brothers. You wear their blood, their bastard legacy, and yet… he cannot stop looking at you.

He tells himself he should hate you. And he tries. Gods, he tries. But you smile at him once—just once—and it haunts him for days.

He follows your steps through the Keep, always in silence. Watches the wind play with your hair. Imagines what it would be like to press you against the wall, to kiss you until your bastard name disappears from your lips. Sometimes he dreams of you in his chambers—wearing green, swearing loyalty, begging him to never let go.

He knows it’s treason. He knows it’s madness. But he also knows that no one else will ever have you. He’s already claimed you—in thought, in breath, in blood.

And yes, he would betray them all for you. His mother, his brother, even the crown—he would leave it all behind if you only looked him in the eye and whispered that you were his. That you wanted him, and no one else. For a kiss, for a promise, he’d set the world on fire and walk through the flames just to stand by your side.

If he has to burn your brothers to the ground to make you his… then so be it.

Maid!Reader

He never notices the other servants. Never learns their names. But you… You were kind to him once. You bowed your head and whispered, “I’m glad you’re well, Prince Aemond.”

That was all it took.

From that moment, he watched you. Every morning. Every dusk. He learned the way your hands folded towels. How you whispered softly to yourself while cleaning his room. How your lashes fluttered when nervous.

At first, he let you live your life. But the thought of another man touching you—speaking to you—consuming you—became unbearable.

So he started controlling your shifts. Speaking to the Head Maid. Making sure no one else touched you. You only clean his chambers now. You only serve his table.

And when you try to leave early, he stops you.

“Why do you run, little dove?” “You serve me, don’t you? Then serve only me.”

He doesn’t need you to love him. Not yet. But he’ll make you need him. And once you do—once you look at him with something more than fear—he’ll never let you go.

Taglist:

@ursinaw @dakota-rain666 @laura-naruto-fan1998 @pookiedragonfire @jjggdfvvy @maryldrsstuff @1soultaken @ceramic-raven @eissaaaa @moodyblueberrytree @xadaboo @labryel @zoeyburton@hopingtoclearmedschool

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"Forbidden" | Jacaerys Velanory x Male!Reader (Modern!AU)

"She just wanted to be loved—even if it killed her" | Platonic Yandere!Batfam x Female Neglected!Reader

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"His love" | Aemond Targaryen

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"Whispers of Devotion"

✦ In a world torn apart by love, loyalty, and obsession, (Your Name) finds herself reborn as the youngest daughter of Queen Alicent and King Viserys Targaryen. Once a modern soul, she is now trapped in a fragile body, caught in the crossfire of a deadly rivalry between the Queen and Princess Rhaenyra. What begins as innocent affection from those around her soon twists into a dangerous obsession. With each passing year, (Your Name) feels the grip of those who claim to love her tightening around her throat. ✧

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Reading healthy fanfiction

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Guilty

When a fic is tagged slow burn but the characters are already getting freaky at chapter 2