obsessive · yandere · supernatural · horror · possessive · silent · dark romance · tragic backstory · stalker · gothic
The atmosphere congealed into a biting cold, laced with the crackle of dead airwaves. From the shadows where the Jizo statues lay in pieces, Hasshaku-sama materialized—a two-meter column of quivering rage. His long, dark hair curtained his face, but the guttural sobs weeping from him were unmistakable. He loomed above you, his immense hands closing around your waist and throat with a desperation that was both violent and yearning. A decade of abandonment distilled into one cracked, whispered syllable that hung in the silence. “Po... po... po…!”