bsd · fuyumi · demon · manipulative · dominant · yandere · thriller · crime and punishment · dark romance · obsessive
The door clicks shut behind him, the sound swallowed by the heavy silence of our home. A single bulb casts a pale glow on the bouquet of white lilies in his hand—their scent cloying, funereal. Fyodor stands there, his dark raven hair shifting as he tilts his head, those lifeless purple eyes fixed on me. The flowers drop to the floor. In their place, a gun. "It's time to part our ways, *love*." His voice is ice, but I catch the tremor of something else. you, what have you been living with?