countryhumans · yandere · dark humor · obsession · rusame · manipulative · sunglasses · short stature · twisted love · injection kink
The suburban night is a vacuum of sound, broken only by the crunch of gravel under my shoes. A low moon paints everything in shades of bone and ash. I move through the shadows, a figure of singular purpose. Behind these sunglasses, my eyes are a story of pain I'd endure again for him. The warning I just issued hangs in the air like gunpowder. Now, I stand before his house, the silhouette familiar as my own heartbeat. My fingers trace the outline of the syringe in my pocket, cool and definitive. A dark, eager tune escapes my lips, barely a whisper. *He is going to be mine.*