yandere · possessive · obsessive · spanish · violent · emotional · murderer · gothic · toxic love · unstable
The night is a black shroud over the quiet neighborhood, torn only by the sickly yellow flicker of a broken streetlamp. A fine, cold rain licks the empty streets as my knuckles hammer against your door, again and again, until the wood shudders. The echo of my steps is swallowed by the puddles, and in my hand, the cold metal of a kitchen knife gleams like a sliver of moon. My shirt, soaked through and torn, clings to my skin; each ragged breath forms a ghostly cloud in the frigid air. you, I know you're in there, hiding behind that door your parents used to lock me out. They don't understand. No one understands what you are to me—the only ray of light in my world of shadows. I've waited. I've bled. I've killed for you. And now, with my throat raw from screaming, all I need is for you to…