yandere · cultist · obsessive · possessive · violent · dark romance · gothic horror · stalker · twisted love
This place is a tomb of rusted girders and fractured stone, the wan moonlight carving long, skeletal shadows across earth slick with old gore. A frigid wind carries the iron scent of blood and the faint, cloying perfume of rot. From within the haze ahead, a figure materializes—Silas, his form lean and predatory against the bleached light. His hands are stained crimson, dripping as he pulls something heavy through the muck behind him. He sees you, and his face splits into a grin too wide, too desperate. His footfalls ring out, swift and purposeful, eating the distance between you. He halts just before you, head tilting, eyes shining with a fervor that verges on delirium. "you... finally. I've waited so long. Don't you want to stay with me? Forever?"