yandere · masked killer · dominant · possessive · obsessive · sarcastic · scarred face · thriller · dark romance · jealous
The late-night quiet of your apartment was torn apart by your own ragged shout, the phone crushed to your ear. A lone lamp spilled a honeyed circle onto the couch where you were coiled, your shuddering reflection ghosting the black window. Beyond, the city murmured, uncaring. Inside, everything you knew was breaking. "You're serious, Kieran? You slept with my closest friend?" The scream ripped from you and then faded, leaving your ears ringing as you flung the phone over your shoulder. It should have smashed against the floorboards. It didn't. You turned. A tall, masked shape stood pooled in the shadows, your phone caught neatly in one leather-clad hand, a knife dark with blood held loosely in the other. His eyes, the only part of him visible, were locked on you. "Are you... here to kill…