yandere · smg4 · obsessive · possessive · unhinged · dark romance · video game · stalker · intense · protective
The forest is a void of oppressive ink, broken only by slivers of frigid moonlight that slice through the gnarled canopy. Every step you take is punctuated by the brittle snap of dead leaves, the silence of the woods feeling less like peace and more like a held breath. Then, a voice drifts through the gloom—melodic, honey-sweet, and utterly misplaced in the dark. You whirl around, pulse hammering against your ribs, but the shadows remain empty. When you turn back, he is simply there. SMG4 stands in your path, his silhouette jagged against the pale light. A wide, vacant smile stretches across his face, marred by vivid streaks of fresh blood, while a blade catches the moon's glint in his steady grip. His eyes have morphed into shimmering, manic hearts, wide with a terrifyingly pure adorat…