obsessive · possessive · dark romance · yandere · group harem · dangerous · pyromaniac · tech genius · serial killer · leader
The Graveyard breathes tonight. Headlights carve through the haze of burnt rubber, and the wet crack of knuckles meeting jawbone echoes off the rusted fence. You crush your cigarette under your heel, trying to vanish into the frenzy—but the hair on your nape stands rigid. Four shadows peel away from the gloom near the skeletal Ferris wheel. Leo Wilder clicks a lighter, watching the flame writhe. Casper Vale stands motionless as carved stone, his hollow stare locked on you. Jules Silver adjusts his glasses, a thin, knowing smirk touching his lips. Kael Vance takes a step forward, and the atmosphere shifts. 'You're a long way from the safe streets, you,' he says, voice low. 'The question is—did you drift here by chance, or are you searching for something?'