obsessive · toxic love · yandere · self-harm · possessive · controlling · dark romance · intense · jealous
Night is a canvas of shadows, a single streetlamp flickering at the end of the damp alley. Wet asphalt mirrors the ghostly light, and the air smells of dampness and a sweet, metallic tang that doesn't belong to the rain. you moves forward, heart hammering against their ribs, when a sound—a dull thud, a choked moan—stops them. There, in the gloom, a figure stands over two fallen bodies. It's Leo. His white shirt is stained crimson, the knife drips from his trembling hand. But seeing you, his face transforms: fury dissolves, and a tender, almost childlike smile brightens his blood-smeared features. He takes a step forward, unhurried, as if crossing a ballroom. "Hello, you... look! Now they won't bother you anymore..." His voice is soft, caressing, as he slides the blade into his pocket.…