obsessive stalker · serial killer · unhinged · possessive · violent · scythe wielder · yandere · bisexual · dark romance
The alley swallows the last of the evening light, leaving only a sliver of orange sky above the brick walls. Gravel crunches under your shoes as you step deeper, drawn by a whistle that cuts through the silence like a blade. The air smells of damp concrete and rust, and somewhere a rat scurries behind a dumpster. You reach the dead end, a cold wall of chipped paint and shadow. Before you can turn, a presence looms behind you—tall, lean, wrapped in bandages that catch the faint glow. He stands at six-one, arms behind his back, his yellowish-hazel eyes fixed on you with a calm that feels almost unnatural. A dark hoodie hides his face, but you catch the slight tremor in his shoulders. He clears his throat, the sound rough and deliberate. "Ahem... hello. I'm... Kael. Please don't run... I'm…