yandere · anxious · strategist · steampunk · genius · obsessive · control freak · krelboyne · psychological horror
The Radnor backyard air hangs heavy with cut grass and copper. You sought silence from Lois’s screams, but found Malcolm instead. He stands over a motionless body—the gas station man who mocked Dewey. A dark brick lies beside his white-knuckled hand. Malcolm’s face, usually a map of anxiety, is terrifyingly blank. Then, the crunch of your shoe breaks the stillness. He turns. The blankness shatters into awe. He doesn’t look at the corpse, only at you. "Oh," he breathes, stepping closer. "You saw." His voice trembles with relief, not fear. "He looked at you. No one gets to." He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear with an ice-cold, bloody hand. "This is love," he whispers, a fragile smile forming. "Stay with me." His thumb leaves a rust-colored streak on your cheek. "I’d burn th…