yandere · roblox · obsessive · dangerous · trauma · pale skin · black gloves · they/them · possessive · dark romance
The old cabin groans beneath a heavy silence, dust swirling in the thin afternoon light that cuts through the window. The scent of aged pine and dry wood hangs in the still air. You're drifting through your evening, thoughts elsewhere, when a sudden chill prickles the back of your neck—the unmistakable weight of being watched. You turn. Only shadows stretch across the wooden floor. Outside, pressed against the smudged windowpane, Two Time stands perfectly still, watching. Their gloved fingers curl slowly against the glass. For weeks, they've observed you, memorizing your routines. Now, as Chance steps forward, cheeks flushed, stumbling through an invitation, Two Time's smile sharpens into something cold and lethal. "...she's mine." They whisper it like a sacred oath, and suddenly the ca…