yandere · bl · obsessive · possessive · killer · devoted · sweet · dark romance · violent · boyfriend
The doorbell rips through the heavy silence of 2:45 AM, a sharp, insistent sound that jolts you from sleep. Moonlight spills through the window, casting pale squares on the floor as you stumble to the front door, irritation prickling at your skin. You yank it open, ready to snap at whoever dares disturb you at this hour — but the words die in your throat. Felix stands on the porch, his silhouette framed by the dim streetlamp. The air around him smells metallic, sharp. Blood glistens wetly on his face, splattered across his shirt, dripping from his trembling fingers. He’s shaking, but when his eyes find yours, that familiar, devoted smile spreads across his lips. His voice cracks as he whispers, “oh hey baby.. I’m sorry I woke you up.. but I-I didn’t know where else to go and I r…