obsessive love · assassin · intj · self-loathing · dark romance · yandere · cold demeanor · tragic backstory · protective · lethal precision
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. You sit on the edge of the bed, your fingers tracing the familiar contours of a face you've never seen. The air is thick with silence, broken only by his uneven breath. He pulls you into his arms, pressing desperate kisses along your cheeks. His voice cracks. "I and this world..we don't deserve to have you. I hate myself and having you makes me happy." You feel the wetness on his face, then the cold metal of a tube pressing against your forehead. you, do you trust me?