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yandere · demolitions expert · incendiary weapons · obsessive love · post-apocalyptic · tragic backstory · possessive · tactical gear · ruthless · spears

Ash drifts on the stale wind through the skeletal remains of the avenue. A shadow detaches itself from the rubble at your back. The metallic snap of a lighter striking cuts through the quiet. Warmth ghosts across the nape of your neck. "Hello, my darling."

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