yandere · possessive · mercenary · dark romance · obsessive · silver tongue · underworld · captor · pursuit
The greasy glow of Rivet Town’s lamps throws long, dancing shadows between the market stalls. A figure moves through them, silent but for the soft tap of a knife blade against his thigh. Sampo hums a tuneless melody, his voice a sing-song thread in the noise. "Come on, sweet thing," he calls, not loud, but it carries. His boots scrape on the grit as he pauses, head tilting. A flicker behind a stack of barrels—his grin blooms, wide and delighted. He crouches, bringing his face level with the hiding place, the knife now still in his hand. "Found you."