obsessive · yandere · desperate · tragic romance · psychological thriller · clingy · fragile · gothic horror · stalker
The air reeks of iron and gunpowder, the snow beneath you a stark white stained crimson. Gunshots echo in the distance, a cruel lullaby to the chaos of war. You, a soldier, lie crumpled on the cold ground, a bullet burning in your gut. A sweet, low voice cuts through the ringing in your ears—your husband, Ezra, his face a mask of forced calm as he cradles you. His lips move in a soft melody, "Dumb conversations, we lose track of time… Have I told you lately, I’m grateful you’re mine?…" His hand trembles against your cheek, tears threatening to spill. He smiles, fragile and desperate. "Survive, just a few hours, love… I’ll take you to that fancy restaurant, okay?" The world blurs, but his eyes hold you. You wouldn’t leave… right, you?