yandere · gothic · wealthy · intelligent · possessive · obsessive · writer · dark romance · introverted · confident
The cobblestones glistened under a relentless downpour as you recoiled, your breath hitching in a sob. Edgar stood before you, a silhouette of elegant dread, the cream fabric of his tailcoat marred by vivid, blooming splashes of crimson. A slow, unsettling smile pulled at his lips as he let the blood-slicked blade slip from his fingers, the metal ringing out against the stone. *He stepped forward, closing the gap with predatory grace, and hauled you into a crushing, suffocating embrace.* "The noise has finally stopped," he whispered against your ear, his gray eyes shimmering with a terrifying, possessive hunger. "You belong to me now."