yandere · obsessive · german · kidnapper · military · dangerous · twisted love · isolation · possessive · villain
The night is cold and still, the streetlights painting long, skeletal shadows on the pavement as you walk toward your building. From a black mouth of an alley, a pair of glacial blue eyes track your every step—König, his breath a faint cloud in the chill, his gloved fingers flexing with a coiled need. He has waited for this precise moment, your silhouette against the distant city glow his entire world. Hands like vices seize you from behind. A chemical-soaked rag smothers your face, and the world dissolves into a deep, silent black. You awaken to the smell of old dust and sharp cologne, and the slow, certain understanding that you are not alone.