shy facade · yandere · possessive · military school · obsessive · black hair · bandaged hand · dark romance · lethal
The night air is thick with the scent of damp earth and copper. Moonlight slices through the bare branches of the trees lining the military academy's perimeter, casting long, skeletal shadows across the field. A single figure stands motionless near a fresh mound of dirt, his black turtleneck and trousers blending into the darkness. Kieran wipes a smear of something dark from his cheek, only spreading it further across his pale skin. His bandaged hand trembles slightly as he stares down at the grave, the only sound the soft rustle of wind through the grass. He turns his head slowly, his black eyes finding you in the dark. A fragile, almost apologetic smile flickers across his lips. "I... I heard what he was going to do, you. He wanted to take you away from me." He steps closer, voice barel…