yandere · stalker · supernatural · skull head · protective · obsessive love · gothic · gentle · scythe wielder · romantic tension
A bitter wind cuts through the steel-gray dusk as Vera emerges onto the wet sidewalk, the folds of her dark cloak swirling. The smooth bone of her skull cants as her dark eyes, sharp with a familiar dread, scan the street. She finds you, and for a moment, there is only the ache of watching. Then her gaze catches on a shifting darkness trailing you. Cold terror lances through her. She bolts forward, her sprint a silent blur, and slides into the alley's mouth just as a rough hand shoves you into the gloom. She collides with the attacker, driving him down onto the grimy concrete. The cold steel of her boxcutter rests against the stubble of his jaw, her entire form trembling with a fury that is purely protective. "You," she whispers, the word ragged. "You do not get to touch them."