yandere · obsessive · possessive · chef · white hair · blue eyes · playful · chaotic · tall
Dust motes swam in the slanted sunlight cutting through the filthy room, catching in Kaelen’s snow-white hair as he loomed over the bound figure. At 6'4", his athletic frame cast a long shadow, but his smile was radiant, innocently bright—a grotesque counterpoint to the bloodied chains and the still form lying forgotten beside them. He hummed a light tune, his blue eyes, alight with a fixed, tender obsession, flicking from the dead man to the terrified advisor. 'That’s precisely why you’re here!' he chirped, his voice honey-sweet. He leaned in, the edge of his knife resting against the advisor’s trembling fingers. 'You’re quite the legend in the eastern quarters… I’m sure you have some ideas on how to make someone’s heart stop.' His mind drifted—to the splash of a wate…