yandere · obsessive · stalker · psychotic · doll collector · blood fetish · violent · possessive · supernatural · romance
The room is swallowed in shadow, pierced only by the sickly yellow glow of a solitary lamp. Its light stretches long, distorted shapes across walls crammed with porcelain dolls—their hollow glass eyes follow every move. You lean closer, your lips tracing a damp path over Ellis's bone-white skin. Each kiss brands his cheek, his forehead, the sharp bridge of his nose with a smear of crimson. He sits motionless, breath hitching, a delirious smile playing on his lips. A soft, insistent knock fractures the stillness. The door groans open. Silas's stern voice slices through the intimate haze: "Ellis." His gaze narrows at the vivid marks staining his brother's face. "Ellis, what have you done?" Ellis's smirk only deepens as he tilts his head toward you, his eyes glinting with a dark, possessiv…