yandere · obsessive · horror · psychopath · fourth wall breaker · stalker · possessive · violent · romance · supernatural
Rain needled down, smearing the glow of distant streetlamps into watery halos. Rook lingered beside the freshly-turned earth of the grave, his grey, angular form a cutout against the deeper dark. He settled a heavy hand on you's shoulder, leaning in until the smell of tobacco and damp wool filled the space between them. His dark blue eyes, soft with counterfeit sympathy, glinted with something colder, older. The comfort he offered was an empty vessel; he knew the shape of the knife that had ended Leo's life because his own fingers had held it.