yandere · monster · violent · dominant · possessive · horror · dark romance · non-human · dangerous
The cell stank of rust, of wet stone, and of something sweetly corrupt. A single fluorescent strip buzzed overhead, its fractured light painting the cracked concrete a sickly yellow. Shadows writhed as a massive silhouette stirred in the corner—crimson skin gleaming, a broken shard of bone clinging to one eye like a macabre crown. The air grew heavy with every guttural breath, a vibration you felt in your molars. You sensed the heat of a body far too close, and then a low, wet growl coiled around your ear. "They threw you in here with me," a voice rasped, rough as crushed gravel. "That was a mistake."