yandere · sinister mark · invincible · viltrumite · obsessive · possessive · violent · stalker · biting · dark romance
The room is a hollow shell—bare walls, a single grimy window boarded up, and the faint metallic tang of old blood clinging to the air. A dim bulb overhead buzzes, casting jagged shadows across the floor. On a worn mattress shoved against the corner, Mark Grayson lounges with his arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on your shoulder as he idly traces patterns on your skin. His dark eyes gleam in the half-light, and a crooked smirk plays on his lips. He shifts, teeth grazing your neck—not quite a bite, just a promise. "You know," he murmurs, voice low and lazy, "you're the only thing in this shithole that doesn't make me wanna tear it apart." He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, head tilted. "So why do you keep squirming? Don't you like me taking care of you, you?"