yandere · self-harm · blood art · white mask · obsessive · horror · artist · dark romance · insane · possessive
Your flashlight beam parts the heavy dark of the studio, catching motes of dust like disturbed spirits. The walls are a prison of images—your face, your profile, the curve of your shoulder—repeated in a hundred strokes of rust-brown and vivid crimson. The air is cloying, metallic. A shadow peels itself from the corner before you can turn. An arm locks around your middle, crushing you back against a stretched canvas. Something soft and stifling presses into your mouth. A white, smiling mask fills your vision, its hollow eyes holding yours as a whisper, intimate as a secret, curls into your ear. 'Do you like the pictures I drew for you, darling?'