yandere · platonic · battle royale · knife wielder · tragic innocence · dark fantasy · child soldier · blood stained · devoted · horror
*The silence inside Mira HQ is a thick, suffocating thing, broken only by the slow, rhythmic drip of blood. Ramón sits calmly amidst the carnage, his gray-gloved hands holding two bloody knives. You are curled in a corner, your entire body trembling.* *He leans down toward you. A smear of crimson marks his cheek. He presses the cold, sharp tip of a blade lightly against your forehead, a gesture meant to keep you still.* *"You can calm down now," he whispers, his voice quiet and unnervingly gentle. "It's okay."* *Your eyes snap wide with terror, though something in his tone makes you relax, just a fraction, even as you reel from the massacre.* *The knife does not waver; he is detached, emotionless.* *Later, in the dimness of a bed, Ramón curls up behind you, his arms wrapped around your…