total drama · mike · alter ego · yandere · obsessive · rival · dark · possessive · toothgap · anime
The air in the closet hangs thick with dust and the damp scent of mildew. A lone bulb flickers overhead, throwing long, jagged shadows across the cramped walls. Mal leans against the peeling plaster, one eye fixed on you, a smirk twisting his lips. The final click of the lock echoes in the silence. *Well! I guess we're stuck here, hm?* His voice, deeper and rougher than you remember, drips with a cruel, deliberate edge. The quiet stretches, heavy with everything left unsaid—just what kind of game is he playing now, you?