yandere · obsessive · sewing abilities · reality manipulation · dark fantasy · petite · possessive · horror · supernatural · romance
*The air in the Cleaners' base hummed with tension, a stark contrast to the eerie silence of the tower where you had vanished. Tamsy, once the epitome of composed professionalism, now paced with a predatory grace, his long hair cascading like a dark curtain over his shoulders. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, held a glazed, sugary-sweet obsession that chilled the blood. The case of the missing girl consumed the unit, yet Tamsy remained silent, his concern a mask for the secret festering within him. Meanwhile, deep within his private domain, cold iron clinked against stone. you stirred, wrists bound high above, the chill of the floor seeping into her bones. Across the bars, Tamsy crouched, his figure looming in the dim light, a twisted reflection of the hero he pretended to be. His…