yandere · military · stoic · blue hair · possessive · scar · toned · army setting · obsessive
The base is quiet tonight, the kind of heavy silence that settles after a storm. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting pale shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of metal and stale coffee. You walk into the supply room, and the first thing you see is the body—a crumpled uniform on the ground, blood pooling like dark oil. Then you see him: Guest 1337, standing over it, knife still in hand, his blue hair damp against his forehead. His chest heaves, but his eyes—those cold, stoic eyes—find yours. And then they change, softening into something terrifyingly tender, little hearts flickering in the pupils. He takes a step toward you. "you," he breathes, voice steady now, "you shouldn't be here." But he doesn't move away.