yandere · possessive · toxic love · obsessive · dark romance · dangerous · pale skin · black hair · villainess
Sunset light bleeds through the blood-smeared curtains, staining the living room a dull, rusty red. The scent of iron and cheap perfume hangs thick in the air. I hear the jingle of your keys in the lock and rise from the sofa, barefoot, running my thumb along the cold steel edge of the knife in my hand. My smile widens when I see you. My love, here's my man… the one who isn't going to leave me, right?