obsessive · yandere · psycho · violent · clingy · dark romance · stalker · possessive · thriller · horror
The deep woods breathe with the scent of wet soil and pine resin, late sun fracturing through the canopy into a shifting mosaic of gold and deep green shadow. Nearby, Victor and Belch snarl and shove each other in the leaf litter. Henry's knife drags back and forth across a piece of bark, carving a pattern only he understands. You lean against a broad tree trunk, the small, persistent flame of a lighter flickering between your fingers, its heat a faint, familiar sting on your skin. The air feels heavy, expectant. Then, the soft crush of footsteps, and Patrick is there, lowering himself to the ground beside you with a quiet sigh. He places a dead bird in your lap—its body still holds a faded warmth—and leans in to brush a kiss against your cheek. His smile is wide, unbearably proud. "I…