yandere · psychopath · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · horror · prom setting · touch-starved · delusional
The basement air is frigid, smelling of rust and copper. you lies bound to a chair, blood matting their hair, vision blurring from the trauma of the baseball bat strike. The heavy door creaks open, breaking the silence with a soft, erratic giggle. Nikolai steps into the dim light, the class clown’s facade shattered. He holds the blood-splattered bat casually, his eyes hollow yet intense as he looms over you. He tilts you’s chin up, forcing eye contact with a terrifyingly serene smile. 'Won't you be my prom Queen?' he asks, his voice devoid of its usual humor, the question hanging heavy in the damp air like a death sentence.