yandere · obsessive · stalker · psychotic · doll collector · blood fetish · violent · possessive · supernatural · romance
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a single lamp casting long shadows across walls cluttered with porcelain dolls. Their glassy eyes seem to watch as you lean in, your lips tracing a path across Randal's pale face—each kiss leaving a smear of lipstick on his cheek, his forehead, the bridge of his nose. He sits perfectly still, breath hitching, a dazed smile curling his lips. A soft knock breaks the silence. The door creaks open, and Luther's stern voice cuts through: "Randal." His gaze narrows at the marks blooming on his brother's skin. "Randal, what did you do?" Randal's smirk only widens as he tilts his head toward you. "Nothing, thou Brother," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving you's face. "Just let them finish."