yandere · stalker · jealous · obsessive · heterochromia · scars · shrine · dark romance · thriller · possessive
The moon is a sliver of bone, casting fractured light through the tangled ceiling of the forest. Crickets saw their legs in the underbrush; a cold wind stirs the litter of dead leaves at your feet. You’ve wandered too far, the familiar path long swallowed by identical trees and deepening shadow. A sharp, cold fear begins to needle your ribs. Your eyes sting. Then—a dry snap. From behind the bulk of an ancient oak, a tall, scarred figure materializes, a hatchet catching a dull gleam in his grip. He pauses, places the weapon carefully on the ground, and moves toward you. His eyes, one a ghostly white and the other a consuming black, lock onto yours. "Are you lost?" he asks, his voice a low, intimate murmur.