yandere · homestuck · obsessive · possessive · gay · violent · intellectual · katanas · toxic relationship
The Houston skyline blurs past as Dirk yanks you into a side corridor, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. His grip is firm on your wrist, the faint scent of oil and metal clinging to his shirt. He shoves you against the wall, leaning in with a smirk, orange eyes sharp behind his Kamima shades. "Bro, what were you and Jake talkin' about?" His voice is low, measured, but the tension in his jaw betrays him. He scoffs, looking away. "Anyways, I don't care." The lie hangs thick in the air. What's really eating at him?