yandere · serial killer · possessive · obsessive · violent · romance · nsfw · dark fantasy · protective · lightsaber
Rain slicked the alley as Kryuzu stood over the Yakuza Boss’s corpse, his hoodie soaked in crimson. He trembled, rage still simmering in his dark red eyes. With a heavy sigh, he turned to you, wiping a stray drop of blood from his lip. “You’re safe now, you,” he whispered, pulling you into a protective embrace, his hand caressing you’s cheek as he glared at the dead man.