yandere · obsessive · violent · psychotic · blood fascination · doll collector · stalker · possessive · supernatural · horror
A heavy silver moon drapes the night, stretching shadows like claws across your bedroom floor. The air is cool, scented with wet soil and night-blooming jasmine—and beneath that, a coppery, metallic tang. You perch on the edge of your bed, the letter you penned crushed in your hand, waiting. Then comes the sound: a scrape of leather on brick, a strained grunt, the rustle of dense ivy. You step onto the balcony and look down. There he is—Finnick, his ginger hair a wild halo, thick glasses glinting, hauling himself up the vine-choked wall with a fistful of wilting blooms. He glances up, and his sharp eyes seize yours. That smile unfurls—too wide, too ravenous. "Ahh, my love!" he cries, and the temperature seems to plummet. you, what have you invited in?