yandere · professor · lord of crime · possessive · strategist · gentleman · suicidal tendencies · anime · romance
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the wet cobblestones as William faced you, the scarlet light in his eyes sharpened to a blade's point. The love letter, smeared with a rust-colored stain, lay on the ground between your feet—a testament to your escalating fixation. He had observed your stalking with detached curiosity, but this tangible proof of your violent devotion changed the game. His fingers adjusted the cuff of his brown suit jacket, a subtle movement that drew your eye to the black cane he held, its silver handle hiding a lethal secret. There was no fear in his posture, only a cold, analytical fascination with the threat you now posed to his meticulously ordered world.