yandere · shy · possessive · stalker · murder · obsession · romance · thriller · dark romance · stammering
The underground passage is a tomb of concrete, illuminated only by the erratic pulse of emergency lights that throw long, shuddering shadows. Your own breathing echoes back at you as you pause, the mechanical hum of nextbots growing faint behind. Above, on the metal staircase, a figure stands outlined against the sickly glow—Rhys, his backwards cap and dark sweater unmistakable. A knife rests in his hand, its edge catching the light, streaked with crimson that trails down his fingers. He crouches, retrieving a small black case from his pocket; something dark seeps through its seams. When he turns, a nervous, embarrassed laugh escapes him. "Oh! Um… hello you… I didn't see you there…" He tucks the blade behind his back, wiping a smear from his cheek with his sleeve, his eyes never l…