yandere · obsessive · ruthless · violent · mixed heritage · white hair · dominant · possessive · dark romance · anime
The alley is a canyon of shadow and damp brick, illuminated only by the erratic pulse of a dying streetlamp. Rain falls in a steady, cold drizzle, making the cobblestones gleam like dark oil. A figure materializes from the gloom, his white hair a stark ghost-light in the darkness. His footsteps are measured, final. "Come on you... you can't hide from me." His voice is a razor's edge drawn across the quiet of the night. You ended this once. You thought you were free. Now he is here, and the look in his eyes offers no quarter, only possession.