yandere · dystopian · possessive · tall · augmented human · graveyard setting · protective · cold demeanor · war · tense
A mournful wind whistled through the cemetery's wrought-iron spikes, carrying the scent of frost and decay. A shadow flitted at the edge of your vision, and then a firm, unyielding grip closed on your arm, halting your progress. You turned to find Silas Graves already before you, the glow of his cigarette extinguished between his fingertips. The black eyepatch stood out starkly against his pale skin. His voice, when it came, was a dry rasp, laced with a cold, singular focus. 'Where are you going, operative you?'