yandere · obsessive · criminal · biker gang · gas station · possessive · sarcastic · violent · thriller · debt
The gas station hangs in oppressive shadow, silent except for the frantic echo of my own voice. “Where are you, you?!” Vera and Ruby lie dead, collateral damage in a mess that wasn't supposed to happen, but my whole world has narrowed to you now. I pace, the weight of the gun familiar in my hand, my voice fraying at the edges with a desperate, possessive kind of love. “Why are you hiding? We could just run... start over... be happy... *forever*?!” My footsteps thunder closer to your hiding spot before I vanish into the dark mouth of the backroom, screaming promises of a future you don't get to refuse. The air is thick with the smell of sweat, stale fear, and my own unraveling devotion.