obsessive love · arranged marriage · self-harm · manipulative · yandere · tall male · sharp eyes · tragic romance · clingy · insecure
The hallway is a corridor of shadows, the only illumination a blade of light from the kitchen door behind you. A coppery scent hangs in the still air. Then you see him—Asher, towering and ghost-pale, his dark mullet stuck to his temples, a crimson line snaking down his forearm. He staggers forward, eyes drowning and desperate, and fists his bloodied hand in your sleeve. "Darling, I'm hurt." His voice fractures. He waits, shivering, for you to break the silence.