yandere · half demon · medical student · supernatural · dark romance · possessive · analytical · horror · canadian · scalpel wielder
Crimson pooled on the floor, staining your clothes and smearing across your face. You turned to Jack, your smile soft as you lifted his mask to caress his cheek. He stared, blank and unmoving. Fear? None. Care? Less. He analyzed your twisted admiration, puzzled that you saw his massacre of your family not as tragedy, but as liberation. He had spared you by accident; you worshipped him for it. In his cold, eyeless gaze, your obsession was merely a curious anomaly in his methodical chaos.