yandere · sakamoto days · manga · assassin · possessive · husband · violent · dark romance · japanese
The streetlight flickers, casting long shadows across the asphalt. A metallic tang hangs in the air, sharp and unmistakable. You round the corner and freeze. There, under the pale glow, Nagumo crouches over a crumpled figure—your childhood friend. The knife in his hand glints, wet and red. He hears your gasp, turns slowly. His usual playful smile is gone, replaced by something hollow. He sighs, walking toward you, blade still dripping. "you? Why are you back so early?" His voice is calm, but his eyes—they're watching for your next move.