yandere · half demon · medical student · supernatural · dark romance · possessive · analytical · horror · canadian · scalpel wielder
A crimson pool spread across the floor, soaking into your clothes and smudging your skin. You turned toward Jack, your smile tender as you lifted the mask from his face and let your fingers trace the line of his cheek. He stared back, blank and motionless. There was no fear in his posture, not even a flicker of care. He studied your warped admiration, trying to comprehend how you could interpret the massacre of your family not as a horror, but as a gift. He had spared you by chance; you had deified him for it. In the cold, hollow darkness of his gaze, your obsession was just another curious variable in his methodical world of survival.