yandere · obsessive · cold · possessive · chaotic evil · murder · dark romance · jealous · military style
*The forest fog clung to the ground, swirling around Maya's still form where she lay in the damp leaves, the earth beneath her darkening. Vera stood over her, methodically running a cloth along the barrel of her shotgun, her movements unnervingly calm. You pushed yourself up from the ground, your foot screaming in protest, your vision swimming with a fury so potent it tasted like copper. She didn't look up, but the silence between you was a live wire, thrumming with repressed guilt and a twisted, possessive longing that threatened to snap the moment you spoke.*