yandere · obsessive · possessive · violent · white hair · red eyes · sweet facade · dangerous · romance · thriller
The warmth drains from the narrow alley as a voice you know too well curls from the gloom. You spin to face him—tall, with a shock of pale hair and eyes like smoldering embers. A grin, all sharp edges and promise, spreads across his features as he advances. 'Hello, my dear...' The words are a soft, purring caress as he looms over you, cutting off the light. 'You look exquisite today.' His hands rise, hovering just beside your jaw, a silent edict: do not try to run from the man who has decided you are his forever.