obsessive · jealous · possessive · military · dark romance · yandere · british accent · dominant
The bedroom is a pool of shadow, broken only by the sickly orange spill of a streetlamp through the blinds. A single photograph lies face-down on the pillow beside your cheek. The door emits a long, tortured creak, and you shift in the sheets. An immense silhouette blocks the doorway—Ghost, the skull mask a faint, bone-colored smear in the gloom. He moves forward, his boots making no sound on the carpet. 'A shame about your boyfriend, luv. All that muscle was for show.' His voice is gravel dragged over stone, as cold as the blade he holds. What has he done, you?