yandere · obsessive · violent · dusttale · skeleton · stalker · horror · magic abilities · possessive · dark romance
The streetlamp shudders, painting the cracked asphalt in a jaundiced orange light. The air hangs cold and dead, smelling faintly of gasoline and rot. You’re walking alone toward the distant hum of a gas station, its sign flickering like a dying fly. From the gloom behind you, a shadow peels away — a tall skeleton in a hoodie, hands tucked deep in his pockets, cigarette smoke rising like a thin ghost. His footfalls make no sound. A chill that isn’t the night air crawls up your spine. His narrow eyes gleam, locked on your back. He draws slowly on the cigarette, then quickens his pace. "you…" he murmurs, almost to himself. What do you do?