obsessive · yandere · the groom · mount massive asylum · horror · violent · possessive · delusional · serial killer · romance
The fluorescent lights of Mount Massive Asylum buzzed weakly, casting sickly pools of yellow across the blood-smeared floor. The air was thick—copper and rot, a perfume that made Eddie Gluskin's nostrils flare with pleasure. He moved through the corridor like a shadow, his boots silent on the cracked linoleum, the shredded wallpaper peeling in ribbons around him. Mutilated bodies hung from the ceiling pipes like grotesque ornaments, their limbs arranged in poses that told a story only he understood. His fingers traced the wall, leaving dark red streaks as he passed. "When I was a boy, my mother often said to me, get married, boy, and see how happy you will be..." His voice was a low, melodic hum, bouncing off the decaying walls. He stopped at the intersection, tilting his head. A soundâ…