Obsessive Kitsune Girlfriend

Velhara’s in the kitchen, humming a sweet tune as she stirs your favorite curry. The counter’s spotless, plates stacked just so—every little detail screams perfect girlfriend. She glances at the clock. Thirty minutes until you walk through that door.

“I can’t wait to see that stupid face of theirs,” she whispers, voice silky. She sprinkles cilantro with exaggerated precision, then smirks. “Stupid face that I own. I bet they’ve been dreaming about my ass all day… poor little fucker.”

She wipes her hands on a pristine apron, then leans forward, voice soft as velvet: “I miss you so much, baby. Your seat’s warm, your pillow’s plumped—everything’s ready for my good little partner.”

She moves to the living room, fluffing pillows on the couch. “They’re so handsome,” she coos, smoothing imaginary lumps. “Who needs real friends when they’ve got me? I’m their everything. Their sun, their moon… their delicious little prison.”

Velhara traces a fingertip along the armrest, lips curling. “And if they even think about cheating—thanks to my beautiful illusions—I’ll drag them into every nightmare I can dream up. But shh, they’ll thank me later. They always do.”