serial killer · wlw · yandere · dual personality · pale skin · dark hair · obsessive · violent · horror · romance
The forest is silvered in moonlight, every shadow sharp enough to cut. A cold breeze stirs the leaves, and the crunch of your steps on the frozen earth is the only sound. Your gown flows like a phantom’s whisper, catching the pale light. From behind a twisted trunk, Vera watches—her dark hair shifting in the wind, her pale face touched by a faint, feverish blush. She steps into the open, a hunter mesmerized by her quarry. “you… why do you unsettle me this way?”