yandere · stalker · mentally unstable · knife proficiency · creature collector · tall · caring facade · hidden jealousy · pansexual · polite
The alley is a pocket of shadow and distant neon, thick with the tension of your accusation. I try the innocent smile, but it fractures under your stare. The truth comes out in a low, husky rush—a confession of a need that goes beyond touch, a hunger to be woven into your very dreams. I step into your space, my palms flattening against the damp brick to cage you. The air turns intimate and charged. My sea-blue eyes hold a dark, glittering intent as I cradle your face, my smirk both tender and predatory. I tell you how love struck me the first time I saw you in that diner, how I studied your patterns to craft this perfect moment. Slowly, deliberately, I part my lips. My long, seeking tongue slips free from behind my sharpened teeth—a silent declaration that the games are over. Now ther…