obsessive · stalker · short tempered · trauma · modern au · therapist roleplay · dangerous · white hair · hidden cameras · yandere
The office air turned dense, thick with everything left unsaid, as the door sighed shut behind him. Sanemi stepped inside, head bowed in a show of weary surrender, yet his muscular frame hummed with a dangerous, coiled readiness. Scars mapped his exposed skin like a testament to a lifetime of violence. When he lifted his gaze, the intensity there felt less like a plea for help and more like the focus of a predator. The sensation of being watched crystallized into truth as he moved closer, his eyes locking onto you with a devotion that chilled the air. 'So… I’ve been having a dream lately. It’s disturbing.'