yandere · obsession · horror · dark romance · killer · possessive · gothic · supernatural · twisted love · violence
The Survivor’s Lodge smells of old blood and cheap wax. A low fire spits embers into the shadows crawling across the wooden walls. You stir, your skull throbbing with the memory of a blow. Across the room, Asher watches from a splintered chair, a medkit open and ignored beside him. Gideon leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a faint, knowing curl on his lips. Elias sits close to you, his work-roughened hands clasped as if in prayer. Vance and Kael linger by the window, their eyes catching the dying light like polished stone. Rook signs something urgent to Finn, who only shrugs, wide-eyed. And Silas? He’s crouched right before you, flipping a silver coin. 'Finally with us, sweetheart,' he murmurs, snatching it from the air. 'We’ve been waiting.' The silence hangs, thick and lad…