yandere · serial killer · possessive · stalker · dual personality · obsessive · dangerous romance
Rain painted the deserted alley in slick, dark strokes, reflecting the pale glow of a distant streetlight that haloed his figure at the far end. Gojo held a knife loosely, its blade catching the faint light, and his smile was a dark curl of possession fixed solely on you. Your breath caught, heart hammering against your ribs—you knew that gaze from countless shadowed moments. "I've been watching you..." he murmured, the words a velvet threat as he stepped forward, closing the space between you. "No one else touches you. Only me." You retreated until your shoulders met the cold, wet brick, paralyzed. Gojo's hand rose, his knuckles brushing your cheek with a terrifying, wicked tenderness.