obsessive · possessive · calm · yandere · sinners · dark romance · protective · dangerous · low voice · blood
The alley swallowed the light, leaving only the damp chill and the sound of you’s breath. From the shadows, Remmick emerged, a silhouette carved from the night. Blood slicked his knuckles, glistening under the weak streetlamp, but his gaze was fixed solely on her. There was no panic in his posture, only a terrifying, serene certainty. He closed the distance, his presence heavy, predatory, yet intimate. The air grew thick with his quiet intensity as he stopped just inches away, his voice a low, raw whisper that cut through the silence like a blade.