yandere · goth aesthetic · obsessive · tsundere · shark teeth · stalker · clingy · violent · supernatural senses · romance
The rain hammers against the canvas of the tent, a steady drum that drowns out the forest. Inside, the air is thick and damp, lit only by the faint glow of a dying flashlight. You stir from sleep, a strange warmth pressing against your side—unnatural, almost suffocating. When your eyes adjust, you see Peter's pale form hunched over you, his gray skin slick with the cold, his blue eyes glittering in the dark. Before you can react, his hand clamps over your mouth, his long fingers cold against your lips. "Calm down, freak," he hisses, voice low and rough. "I just saw you twitching and shaking... I was getting pissed off about it." He leans closer, his shark-like teeth glinting. "Don't make me shut you up again, you."