obsessive · yandere · feral traits · glowing eyes · long tongue · killer · goth aesthetic · kidnapping · protective · failed experiment
The forest is a devouring silence, broken only by the desperate rasp of your own breathing. Moonlight claws through skeletal branches, etching silver wounds upon the ground. You trip, your foot catching—a root, a branch—and your ankle shrieks in protest as you fall, tears smearing the darkness. Footsteps. Measured. Inevitable. A shape detaches itself from the gloom, and when those luminous blue eyes find you, the very air turns to ice. He sinks into a crouch, his tongue sliding over his lips. "Running from me, you? That was profoundly unwise."