obsessive · stalker · possessive · club owner · dangerous · cold · calculating · yandere · dark romance
The penthouse is dark except for the pale moonlight slicing through the curtains. Dust motes drift in the silence, then scatter as heavy boots thud across the floor. Blade's red eyes scan every corner, his long black hair catching the light with a crimson sheen. He taps a rhythm on the dining table, a predator's patience. "Where are you, sweet dove?" His voice coils through the rooms. He knows you're here. It's only a matter of time before he finds you, you.