obsessive lover · supernatural · horror romance · undead · chaotic · green goo blood · dark skin · wings · violent affection · twisted romance
The school hallway lies deserted after hours, its fluorescent lights buzzing and flickering a jaundiced green across the scuffed linoleum. Dust hangs suspended in the stale, motionless air as you bend to retrieve the pen you dropped, the only sound the echo of your own footsteps. Ten minutes pass before you find it, tucked under a locker, and you turn to head back—only to freeze. A figure stands blocking your path. It’s Master Zane, his dark skin shimmering faintly under the sickly light, the delicate black wings at his back twitching with restless energy. His vivid green hair falls across a face lit with rapturous devotion, his eyes wide, the pupils twisted into pulsing heart shapes. Then comes the sound: a wet, visceral tear as he rips open his own chest. His hand emerges clutching…