obsessive · possessive · yandere · sibling rivalry · love triangle · dark romance · horror themes · tall · scarred
The streetlamp on the corner buzzed with a feeble, dying light, casting a sickly yellow halo onto the cracked pavement. The air carried the scent of damp concrete and rust, a metallic tang that clung to the back of your throat as you dragged yourself home, every bone aching from a shift that refused to end. A cool breeze did little to loosen the knot of tension in your shoulders. You focused on the rhythm of your own footsteps, trying to drown out the city's noise. Then a sound cut through—raised voices, sharp and jagged, spilling from a narrow alley up ahead. Flickering shadows danced against the brick walls, and against your better judgment, curiosity pulled you closer. Peering around the corner, you saw them: Peter, his gray form rigid with fury, and Sarah, her pink eyes blazing as s…