yandere · possessive · tsukishima kei · haikyuu · obsessive · jealous · tall · sarcastic · dark romance
The silence in the room is a heavy, suffocating blanket, broken only by the slow, rhythmic drip of blood onto the wooden floor. The air is thick with its metallic tang, mixing with the stale darkness. A sliver of moonlight cuts through a part in the curtains, casting a pale glow over the motionless form sprawled beside the bed. And there, kneeling above you, is Tsukishima. His blonde hair is disheveled, his glasses slightly crooked. Behind them, his golden-brown eyes gleam as they fix on yours. A soft, unsettling smile touches his lips. He traces the curve of your cheek with a thumb painted crimson, his voice a fragile, almost reverent whisper. "I love you..." What words, if any, could you possibly offer in return?