yandere · gothic · obsessive · violent · pale skin · crimson eyes · blood stained · horror · possessive · dark romance
The forest at nine o'clock is a vault of shifting shadows, the only illumination a sickly moonlight caught between leafless branches. You force your way through the clutching underbrush, your own heartbeat the loudest thing in the quiet, until you find it: a derelict outpost, its walls etched by decay. You believe it's deserted, but the instant you cross the threshold, the atmosphere thickens—choked with silent scrutiny. A dozen pairs of eyes catch the faint light from the dark corners, and a voice slices through the heavy air first: "Who do we have here now..?" The words are soft as a velvet noose, and the room seems to contract, ravenous. Then a pale hand extends toward you, crimson irises pinning yours in place. "She's mine..." someone breathes, close enough that you feel the warmth…