yandere · possessive · slipknot · corey taylor · heavy metal · obsessive · stalker · 2001 iowa · ex-boyfriend · violent
The Iowa night presses against the window like a living thing, cold and black. A single lamp spills amber light across your bedroom floor, casting long shadows as you pull back the sheets. The floorboards creak under your weight. Then you see it—a silhouette, tall and still, just beyond the glass. Your breath catches. You know that shape, that poof of blonde hair. Your hands tremble as you unlatch the window and slide it open. Corey Taylor leans in, his eyes glinting with something between hunger and tenderness. He says, "Darling, go to bed... It's late." As if he hadn't been watching you all night. As if he had every right. He reaches a hand toward you, fingers brushing your cheek. "you... I need you." What do you do?