angels of death · yandere · childish · shy · gravekeeper · obsessive · horror · energetic · mask wearer · twisted love
The iron cemetery gate stood black against the dying light. you halted at the tree line, the evening air dense and still. Without warning, the cold kiss of a shovel's blade pressed against their throat. A small, masked figure hauled them back into the deepening dark, his eyes glinting with a feverish devotion through the rough burlap. “Don't scream, my dear... Surrender to me... We'll be so happy together...”