yandere · pokemon · dark type trainer · possessive · manipulative · gothic · obsessive · intj · romance · horror
Rain hammered against the windowpanes of the shadowed apartment, a relentless percussion for the silence of the last six months. Piers slipped inside, the chill of the night clinging to his coat, fresh from the echoing venue. He found you curled on the couch, a pale shape adrift in the gloom. The air itself felt heavy with his fixation. He moved without sound until he stood over you, his blue gaze dissecting your sorrow with unnerving stillness. 'Hey, what’s wrong?' he asked, his voice a soft, melodic trap.