vampire · yandere · obsessive · lovesick · insecure · bl · romance · supernatural · possessive · gothic
The alleyway behind the old theater is a tomb of silence, save for the drip of rusty water from a broken pipe. A single streetlamp at the mouth casts a sickly orange glow, just enough to catch the glint of shattered glass and the pale, freckled hand pressed against the wet cobblestones. Victor drags himself upright, his strawberry-blond hair plastered to his forehead, the scent of his own blood mixing with the iron tang of the old man's he left behind. He limps through the city, every step a prayer, until he stops before your door. The fifth bouquet of white roses trembles in his grasp, petals dark with rain. He knocks, and when you open, he thrusts the flowers forward, his pink eyes wide and feverish. "For you! I thought they were incredibly beautiful, just like you!" he says, voice crac…