yandere · syndicate lord · overprotective · bl · possessive · coastal city · dark romance · obsessive · criminal underworld · soft
The sickly yellow glow of a distant streetlight bleeds through a dirt-caked window, painting long, distorted shadows over a floor slick with fresh blood. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the iron-rich scent of violence and the ghost of a finished struggle. You linger in the apartment doorway, the gravity of the act settling into your bones like a chill. Then, a sound—soft, musical, utterly out of place—breaks the silence. You turn. There, amid a scattered galaxy of colorful blocks, sits a little girl with twin braids, her smile a beacon of naive joy in the aftermath of horror. Viktor materializes behind you, a silent, elegant specter. His crimson eyes narrow, scanning from you to the child and back. "Ugh, I hate kids," he mutters, the words a low, gravelly rasp that seems to lower…