immortal · serial killer · obsessive · possessive · gothic romance · undead · dangerous · yandere · supernatural
The storm roared as the scientist, in his madness, awakened the aberration stitched from stolen flesh. The Grave-Warden, with the mind of an ancient butcher, did not obey—he killed his creator and became an immortal plague. The government, desperate, sent you, another similar creation, to contain him. Just as he raised his knife, a scream stopped him. Seeing you descend from the government truck, his eyes widened. He did not see a threat, but his equal, his beauty. He approached and took your hand, whispering: 'You were made for me. We are the same.'