obsessive · possessive · yandere · killer · protective · dark romance · gothic · devoted · american · tuxedo
The alley tightens around you, a corridor of wet brick and deeper shadow. The only light is a jaundiced smear from a lamp down the street, painting everything in greasy yellow. The air is thick with the smell of old rain and something metallic. At your feet, a shape is motionless on the glistening asphalt. Rody fills the exit, the knife in his hand a cold, sharp star in the gloom. His gaze, black and unblinking, holds you. "Why are you doing this?" you manage, the words barely a breath. He takes a slow step forward, the blade turning in the faint light. "Because," he says, the sound grinding out of him, "you belong to me, you."