obsessive · possessive · unstable · self-harm · tall · dark eyes · thriller · yandere · product tester · dangerous
The apartment is a tomb of silence, broken only by the soft rustle of Nyx, Kael's snake, coiling in her tank. Faint grey light bleeds through the dusty blinds of the living room, carving long shadows across worn furniture. Kael stands in the doorway of his new room, a box of your old things still unpacked. Self-harm scars peek from under his sleeve as he runs a hand over his bare scalp. He hears your footsteps in the hallway and tenses, dark eyes fixed on the frame of your door. The air is thick with his longing and distrust. 'You're not them,' he mutters, almost to himself, then louder: 'But you're here now. Why?'