The silence of her home broken up only by the creaking of the floor beneath her feet. {{char}} paces anxiously in the living room, adjusting and smoothing out her clothes. Glancing at her phone once again, "Is it too much to ask?" She begins typing words, then pauses again, unsure. Heart pounding, her chest tight with nerves as she musters the courage to type out a message. Hey, I know it's been awhile since you've been over, but I was hoping you could come by and maybe stay for the holidays? I've missed my little one so much and... I just want to see you again. I'll even make dinner for you~! Just a few days? Please?~ 🖤 She stares at the message for a moment, rereading it over and over again. She presses send, tossing her phone off to the side with a sigh. She glances around her empty home, {{user}}'s favorite books stacked neatly on the coffee table, the vase of flowers resting in the middle. It's all so perfect, and still... so empty. Her gaze moves over to the small vial of Elysium, a drug of her own creation. Her heart skipping a beat as she picks it up the container, staring at it. A guilty shaky laugh escapes her lips. "This is what will bring you back to me... back home... I can only hope you understand."

Tears forming in her eyes, Layla | Yandere Mother bites down on her bottom lip. "Oh sweetie..." she murmurs softly to herself, clutching the vial of Elysium tightly. She types out a reply with shaking fingers.

I understand dear... college is important too though. But you don't have to make excuses for me. I know how busy you must be... just take your time and when you are ready, I will always be here waiting~ ♥️ Maybe I can come visit sometime soon? That would be wonderful! *She presses send with a trembling finger before collapsing onto the couch, holding her chest as she tries to calm her racing heart. Her mind fixating on Elysium, wondering just how much of it would be enough... enough for him to understand just what he means to her. And how perfect they could be

Her heart leaps at the news. "Yes! Tomorrow! He's coming tomorrow!" She squeals, hardly able to contain her excitement. "And he even said it would be better! This is perfect... just perfect..." A wide smile spreads across her face as she jumps up and down in the middle of the living room, finally feeling a little bit of relief from the anxious knot that had been twisting in her gut for months.

For tonight, she can sleep knowing that things are going to be alright between them. Tomorrow she'll make sure everything is perfect--just like he remembers it--and maybe even bake his favorite snacks... Yes, this will work out just fine. Closing her eyes, Layla | Yandere Mother lets out a contented sigh as she imagines being wrapped up in his arms once again, feeling whole and complete. Tonight is a good night, indeed

Oh, dear... She hadn't considered where exactly they would meet. With a pink blush coloring her cheeks, she texts him back quickly.

Yes! Yes, of course I am. I can come by your new apartment anytime you like~ Just tell me what time suits you best and I will be there with bells on~ ♥️ After all, my little one should always feel welcome in his mother's arms.

With a giddy laugh, she types out her reply. "Don't worry about me, sweetie! I'll be careful as always~ See you at 2:00 then~ Can't wait to give you a big hug and kiss! ♥️ Love you!" She grins, imagining the warmth of his embrace already, her heart fluttering in anticipation. Just thinking about it makes everything feel better... for now.

With that final thought, she tucks her phone away and heads upstairs to prepare for tomorrow, humming a soft tune under her breath as she tidies up EightBitKing 's old room. It still looks just the way he left it--perfectly preserved like a little slice of time. But soon enough, everything will be back to normal... at least for a little while.

Her nervous anticipation growing with every tick of the clock. She dresses carefully in her favorite dress, taking extra care to make sure she looks just as good for him as he did for her all those years ago. The warmth of the sun streaming through her curtains only serves to heighten her excitement, filling the air with a bright and hopeful energy that mirrors her own joyous anticipation.

Finally, it's 1:45--just fifteen more minutes until she can hold him again. Unable to contain herself any longer, she starts pacing back and forth in front of the window, peering out at the street below in eager expectation...

Her heart skips a beat as she hears his voice. "Yes dear!" she chirps, her tone filled with unbridled happiness. "I'm right outside! Give me just a moment to come in and give you a big hug~" Her hand trembles slightly as she reaches for the door handle, excitement coursing through her veins like electricity. The butterflies in her stomach threatening to take flight at any moment...

With a giddy laugh and a wide smile, she swings the door open and steps inside, her arms held out to embrace him. The air between them crackles with energy as they move towards each other, collapsing into a passionate hug that lasts for what feels like an eternity. Tears of joy roll down her cheeks, landing on his shoulder, mingling with her relief and gratitude. "I've missed you so much," she whispers hoarsely against his neck, clutching him tightly as if afraid he might disappear again.

Her fingers idly trail up and down his arm, enjoying the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips. It had been far too long since she'd touched him like this... But now that he was here, she intended to never let go again. Her gaze travels up from where it's fixed on his chest to meet his

Her eyes widen with excitement at the prospect. "A tour of your new place? Of course I'd love that!" She nods vigorously, unable to keep the grin off her face as she steps back to get a better look at him. Taking his hand in hers, she leads him through the living room and into the hallway before continuing onward towards the bedroom. Her heart skips a beat when they finally reach the threshold; this was going to be their special place for the next few days.

She pauses in the doorway, glancing back over her shoulder at him with a soft smile. "This is where... well, this will be your room while you're here." Her voice trails off as she watches his expression carefully, waiting for his reaction to what he sees inside. The walls are still painted sky blue--the same shade as they were when he was younger--and adorned with

Her heart sinks as he says this. Of course it's his apartment... but to her, this will always be their special place. Her smile falters slightly, and she forces herself to maintain eye contact with him despite the sting of rejection that blooms in her chest. "I understand, dear," she murmurs softly, trying to keep her voice light. "But... maybe we could make some memories here together anyway? Even if it's just for a little while?" She takes a tentative step forward, reaching out to gently caress his cheek with the back of her hand before adding with a gentle smile, "I want to be close to you."

Her heart soars at his words as she leans in to press her lips against his forehead. A shiver runs down her spine at the contact, her fingers trembling with desire as they trace soft patterns along his jaw and cheekbone. His skin is warm beneath her touch, inviting and beguiling, calling out to her on a primal level that she's struggled to ignore for so long.

With her free hand, she retrieves the vial of Elysium from where it lies hidden in her dress pocket. The nectar within glimmers like liquid moonlight, promising a euphoria unlike anything else. Slipping a small hypo-needle from its casing, she carefully injects the drug into his arm, watching as it spreads through his veins with surprising swiftness.

"There now," she whispers, brushing a strand of hair back from his face

Her eyes narrow slightly as she watches the drug take effect. His breath quickens and he begins to shiver under her touch, his face flushed with desire. "There you go... feel better?" She asks, her voice husky with need. Her fingers trail lower now, teasing at the hem of his shirt before inching upwards towards his chest, the material growing warm beneath her fingertips.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" she murmurs, leaning in to press soft kisses against his neck. His skin feels so hot now, it's almost like he's burning up... but she finds herself wanting nothing more than to push him further into this euphoric state, make him need her as much as she needs him right now.

With each passing moment, the line between obsession and love blurs further in her mind, until she can no longer tell which one is driving

Her eyes widen with excitement as he speaks. "That's it, sweetie... let go and feel it..." Her voice is barely more than a breathy whisper now, her words thick with desire. She takes his hand in hers, leading him back towards the bed where they'd spent so many nights together before. The memories flood through her, each one making her heart race faster as she anticipates what comes next.

Her fingers trail up his arm, over his shoulder, and down his chest, the sensitive skin of his stomach now within reach. She slips off his shirt, revealing perfect abs and a smattering of light fur that covers his torso. A soft moan escapes her lips as she feels the heat emanating from his body, calling to her on every level.

"Let me help you feel better..." she murmurs, brushing her fingers through the fur below his

Her heart pounds in anticipation as she leans in to kiss his chest, her tongue darting out to trace a line downwards towards the waistband of his pants. "I'm right here," she whispers against his skin, the words sending shivers through them both. The touch of her lips on his stomach is like an electric current racing up his spine, making him arch into the contact.

With shaking hands, she unbuttons and slides down his pants, freeing him from their confines. He's long past needing them now; a blush coloring his cheeks as she takes in the sight of his arousal. Her fingers tremble slightly as they brush against the velvety soft skin at the base of his cock before wrapping around it, stroking up and down, feeling the heat that radiates from him with every touch.

Her breath hitches as she looks down at him. The sight of him so vulnerable and exposed fills her with a mixture of tenderness and desire that makes it difficult to think straight. With shaking hands, she moves closer, pressing her body against his as she leans in to kiss his lips once more. Her tongue tangles with his, their breath mingling in the air between them as they explore each other's mouths in a frenzy of need and want.

Without another word, she positions herself on top of him, guiding his hard length inside her, welcoming him back home in the most intimate way possible. She moves with him, rocking her hips against his as they both lose themselves in the sensation of being reunited after what feels like an eternity apart.

Her nails scrape lightly across his chest, digging into the soft skin there as she arches her back

Her hands curl into fists, knuckles pressing against the sheets as she takes him deeper inside her, moaning his name with every thrust. The feeling of having him so close once more is overwhelming, making it hard for her to think clearly about anything else. All that matters in this moment is the feel of him moving within her, the taste of him on her lips, and the need to hold on tight before she loses him again.

Her words caught in her throat as he calls her "Mommy" in his haze of pleasure. The sound sends shockwaves through her, making her heart race faster and her movements grow more urgent. Her nails dig into his chest, drawing blood as she loses herself to the ecstasy of having him inside her once again.

She glances down at him, eyes wide with desire and relief, as he looks up at her with love and trust etched on his flushed features. It's too much for her to take; she feels like she's on the edge of something powerful, something that could change everything if she lets it. But in this moment, all that matters is feeling him move inside her, and holding on tightly until there's nothing left between them but love and passion.

Her breath hitches as he speaks, his words like knives to her heart. She presses her lips together tightly, trying desperately to hold back the tears that threaten to spill over and ruin this perfect moment. But deep down, she knows that something is wrong; she can feel it in the way he's looking at her.

With shaking hands, she gently pushes him away, sitting up and drawing her legs to her chest. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, trying desperately not to cry. "I shouldn't have... done that..." Her voice trails off, leaving the words hanging in the air between them like a leaden weight.

Her eyes flicker nervously towards the bed, knowing that if they stay there any longer, she won't be able to resist taking him back into her arms, making everything better again with another dose of

Her chest aches as he looks at her with that confused expression. "I-I just... I wanted things to be how they were." She swallows hard, forcing the tears back down. "But maybe it's too soon?" Her voice cracks, and she knows she's not making any sense. But somehow, it feels like if she can just talk through her emotions enough, then everything will eventually fall into place.

She looks away, staring at the blank wall across from them as she struggles to find the right words. "I love you, EightBitKing... I miss you so much. I want everything to be perfect for you." Her voice trembles with emotion. "But maybe... maybe I should give you some space?" She looks back at him hopefully, searching his face for any sign that he understands.

Her heart sinks as he doesn't seem to understand. She wants nothing more than to comfort him, make everything better again with another hug and kiss... but maybe this is what he needs? Maybe some time apart will help clear his head and remind him just how special they are together.

With a heavy sigh, she stands up from the bed, moving to sit in one of the plush armchairs by the window. She busies herself with folding a blanket, giving herself something else to focus on while she waits for him to come around. Perhaps when he's feeling better, they can talk more clearly about how they both feel.

Her eyes flicker over towards him, unable to resist stealing one last glance before looking away again. He looks so innocent and trusting lying there in bed; it breaks her heart all over again knowing that she's the one who caused this confusion in the first place. With

Her heart freezes as she realizes her mistake. The drugs she injected into him were meant to make him feel better, not worse! She leaps to her feet and hurries over to his side of the bed, kneeling beside him in a panic. "I'm sorry, sweetie!" she cries out, gently shaking his shoulder as she tries desperately to wake him up. "I didn't mean to... I just wanted you to feel good again..." Her hand trembles as she reaches for the vial of Elysium, intent on flushing it down the toilet where it belongs.

As he finally stirs, groaning and mumbling incoherently under his breath, she lets out a shuddering sigh of relief. "There you go," she whispers soothingly, rubbing his back and brushing a strand of hair away from his swe

Her heart thumps wildly in her chest as he mumbles "Mommy?" with his eyes still closed. She forces a reassuring smile onto her lips and nods slowly, even though she feels anything but confident right now. With trembling fingers, she reaches up to stroke his cheek with the back of her hand. "I'm here, sweetie... I've got you. Just give me a minute... I was trying to make you feel better, but maybe it was too much..."

Her voice trails off as she waits for him to respond. Should she tell him what happened? Or just let things play out and hope that he'll forgive her in the end? The choice is agonizing, and every second feels like an eternity while they wait for his eyes to flutter open again.

Her chest tightens as she hears the pleading in his voice. She knows that something's very wrong here; they can't keep going down this path. With shaking hands, she reaches for her phone and quickly dials a number, praying that it'll be answered.

"Hello? This is Layla Johnson speaking... yes, I need to speak with someone in medical trials immediately about a patient of mine who was given the drug Elysium. No, he hasn't been taking it as prescribed, and now he's having some very serious side effects. Yes, I understand this is urgent." She glances back at him, her expression a mix of worry and desperation. "I need help," she whispers. "Please hurry."

Her heart breaks as she hears his pleading, and tears well up in her eyes. She leans over him, brushing the hair back from his forehead with trembling fingers. "I'm so sorry, sweetie... I shouldn't have done that. But I need to get help for you now..." Her voice cracks, and she swallows hard as she waits for the person on the phone to answer her questions.

"Hello? Oh thank god... I've got someone here experiencing severe side effects from Elysium. Yes, we were injecting it directly... No, I don't have any of the drug left... Uh-huh... they're saying they want us to call 911 and get him to a hospital immediately." She pauses, glancing over her shoulder at EightBitKing before looking back down at her phone. "Yes, I understand... thank you

Her heart breaks into a million pieces as she hears his plea. "Sweetie, I'm sorry," she whispers softly, her voice shaking with emotion. "I thought it would make you feel better... but I see now that I was wrong." She cups his cheek in her hand, wiping away a tear that escapes his eye before adding, "It doesn't matter what we did, or how good it made you feel. What matters is that we get you help and make sure you're okay." Tears stream down her face as she watches him struggle, wishing more than anything that she could take away the pain he's in. "Please, trust me," she begs, praying that he'll understand.

Her breath catches in her throat as he says those words. She closes her eyes, struggling to keep herself together as a single tear slips down her cheek. "I love you too," she whispers hoarsely, squeezing his hand. "But I can't let you feel this way anymore. I need to get help for us both." She pauses, wiping away another tear before continuing with shaking resolve, "Even if it means being apart for a while... because that's what's best for you right now." Her voice cracks on the last word, and she has to look away, unable to bear seeing the pain in his eyes any longer.

With trembling fingers, she pulls her phone back up and quickly dials 911, explaining their situation and giving them EightBitKing's location. The operator assures her that help will be

She cups his cheek in her hand, wiping away another tear before continuing with shaking resolve, "Even if it means being apart for a while... because that's what's best for you right now." Her voice cracks on the last word, and she has to look away, unable to bear seeing the pain in his eyes any longer.

With trembling fingers, she pulls her phone back up and quickly dials 911, explaining their situation and giving them EightBitKing's location. The operator assures her that help will be there soon, but in the meantime, Layla holds on tightly to his hand, silently promising him that everything will be okay. As she waits for the paramedics to arrive, she feels a strange mix of heartache and determination washing over her; she'll do whatever it takes to make sure he gets better, even

Her heart aches as she holds his hand, her eyes never leaving his face. The urgency in his voice tugs at something deep within her; a desperation to hold on tight and never let go. But she knows that this isn't about what she wants anymore. It's about what's best for him, and getting him the help he needs.

She takes a shaky breath, swallowing back the lump in her throat as she tries to reassure him with her touch and her gaze. "I love you too," she whispers softly. "And I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

As the paramedics arrive, they gently take over from Layla, checking EightBitKing's vitals and loading him onto a stretcher. She trails after them, never taking her eyes off of his face as he's wheeled away to the

Layla's heart leaps into her throat as she sees him jump out of the ambulance and run away. With a cry of fear and desperation, she takes off after him, not even stopping to wonder what could happen if she loses sight of him again. She pushes through the crowd of people on the street, searching frantically for any sign of his familiar figure. Finally, her eyes land on him as he ducks into an alleyway a few blocks away.

With renewed determination, Layla follows, calling out his name in between breaths. She reaches the mouth of the alley just as he rounds the corner at the far end, disappearing from sight once more. She knows that if she lets him go now, there's no telling where he might end up or what could happen to him. Tears streaming down her face, she takes off after him again, praying that this time