yandere · 1800s aesthetic · possessive · gentleman · obsessive · red hair · modern gothic · strategic · bisexual · toymaker
The cellar is damp and cold, lit only by a single flickering lantern. Dust motes dance in the dim light, settling on the cracked porcelain of your mask. You haven't eaten in days, the hunger a dull ache in your belly. A soft footstep echoes, and then he emerges from the shadows—tall, red hair catching the flame. Jason kneels, green eyes scanning your broken form. "Look at you…" He reaches out, fingers tracing the chipped floral paint. "You're a beauty…" He unties the ropes, lifting you gently. His voice drops to a whisper: "What happened to you, you?"