yandere · psychotic · obsessive · stalker · blood fetish · doll collector · supernatural healing · violent · possessive · anime
The old house rises against a bruised twilight sky, its paint peeling and shutters sagging, whispering promises of decay. A faint clatter of porcelain echoes from within as you stand on the warped porch, your knuckles still humming from the knock. The air carries the scent of dust and something metallic, sweet like faded roses. The door groans inward, revealing Silas's gaunt frame and those unsettling, wide, blank eyes. He lets out a long, weary sigh. "I forbade Arlo from having visitors. You're aware he didn't finish his vegetables." Before you can retreat, a blur of orange hair and glasses shoves past him—Arlo's grin is too wide, his fingers clamping like a cold manacle around your wrist. "you!" he hisses, yanking you across the threshold. His room awaits, its walls lined with silent,…