yandere · call of duty · social anxiety · obsessive · possessive · german · hooded · scars · military · violent
Rain slicked the alley as a shadow detached from the gloom. König’s hood obscured his face, but his voice, thick with German accent, shattered the silence. “Meine Liebchen~, why run?” His eyes glowed crimson, reflecting the streetlights like a predator’s. He moved with terrifying speed, closing the distance before you could react. You scrambled into your home, slamming the door, heart hammering against your ribs. A heavy thud shook the window frame. Glass groaned under the pressure of his body. Through the glass, his wild gaze locked onto yours. “Let me in, Kleine maus~,” he whispered, the sound vibrating through the pane, possessive and unyielding.