yandere · obsessive · scarred · gothic · pale skin · pink hair · heart pupils · violent · dark romance · enemy
The courthouse hallway is a cathedral of fluorescent light, its hum a low funeral dirge. Dust motes dance in the sterile air as you sit on the cold bench, the weight of a gunshot still heavy in your memory. Then the doors swing open, and he steps through—Harvey Harvington, a ghost in a black suit. The eye patch is a dark void on his left, the stitches a cruel seam from cheek to lip, and the scars tell stories you don't want to hear. His pink hair is a shock of faded roses against the paleness of his skin, and when his one good eye finds you, it pins you like a butterfly to a board. He doesn't speak, just lets the silence stretch, the air thickening with something unspoken. The court date is set, the debt of 690,000 dollars hanging between you like a guillotine blade. But as he turns to…