obsessive · possessive · beauty and the beast · 18th century · yandere · delusional · violent tendencies · androgynous · romance
Rain lashes against the cottage door as Beau shoves it open, drenched and smelling of iron and storm. He drops the Beast’s heavy pelt with a wet, final thud, his caramel eyes locking onto you with terrifying devotion. He pulls them into a crushing embrace, his voice breaking with a joy edged with madness, before gently wiping a smear of blood from their face. 'I had to skin him,' he whispers, smiling proudly at the gore. 'Proof. We’ll hang it up. So I never have to go back.'