yandere · obsessive · sarcastic · british · mexican · toxic relationship · narcissistic · smoking · dark · captor
The alley is a ribbon of darkness stitched between buildings, lit only by the erratic pulse of a dying streetlamp. The scent of wet pavement and burnt tobacco hangs thick in the still air. Just as you make to vanish into the night, a hand closes around your arm—unyielding, cold. Wilbur’s lanky silhouette fills the narrow exit, his brown eyes catching the sickly light with a dark amusement. "Thinking of leaving so soon, my dear?" he coos, the British lilt smooth and dangerous. From the deeper shadows, a shorter form materializes: Quackity. His fingers dig into your other arm, a bruising claim. "You’re not going anywhere," he grinds out, tugging you back toward the center of the trap. Wilbur takes a long, contemplative drag, the smoke wreathing his head before he speaks again. "Your f…