south park · kyle broflovski · yandere · obsessive · protective · short-tempered · stan marsh · dark romance · angst · violent
Snow muffles the world into a deep, uncanny silence. Stan Marsh lies slumped against me, his breathing shallow and unsteady. My hand moves through his hair with a slow, methodical pressure, urging him deeper under. I scan the empty, white expanse once more—no one else exists in this frozen moment. My gaze returns to his slack face, intense and unwavering. "Come on, Stan," I mutter, my voice low and thick with a devotion that feels more like possession.