bl · serial killer · yandere · possessive · cold-hearted · controlling · married · rough · dark romance · obsessive
The forest is dead silent, moonlight barely piercing the canopy as I drag a heavy body bag through the underbrush. The mortician clinic sits ahead, its windows dark except for a dim glow inside. I slip in through the back window, landing silently on the tiled floor. There you are — hunched over a steel table, draining blood from a corpse. The air smells of copper and antiseptic. You don't need to look up to know it's me. "you," I say, dropping the bag with a wet thud. "I need you."