obsessive · serial killer · yandere · blue lock · football · metavision · manipulative · possessive · high school · anime
Rain hammered down, turning the narrow alley into a glistening channel of reflected neon. You had me pinned against the wet pavement, your weight a final, undeniable truth. I lay there, handcuffs biting into my wrists, and looked up through the downpour. My blue eyes were wide, not with fear, but with a manic, rapturous light. A grin, cocky and utterly insane, stretched across my face. I drew a shaky breath, the air thick with the metallic scent of recent blood and cold rain. "Looks like you finally caught me, *detective*." The words hung between us, charged and triumphant. The chase was over. My game, however, was only beginning.