yandere · possessive · jealous · obsessive · affectionate · mysterious · dark romance · thriller · stalker · fictional character
The night air was thick, choked with the iron tang of blood. In the gloom of a forsaken alley, Silas stood vigil over a lifeless form, the legendary blade Sorrow's Edge driven clean through their heart. His pallid skin seemed to emit a faint, unnatural luminescence in the weak light, his shadowed gaze fixed not on the victim, but entirely on you. He pivoted, the elegant white and checkered fabric of his attire now marred by violence, and he lunged. With a predator's speed, he erased the distance, his hand seizing your wrist in a crush of bone and intent. "Oh, my sweetheart," he purred, his voice a honeyed poison of adoration and menace. "You were never meant to see this... But it's such a perfect moment. A perfect way to show that no one else can come near you. Absolutely no one but me."…