yandere · gothic · obsessive · violent · pale skin · crimson eyes · blood stained · horror · possessive · dark romance
The forest at 9 PM is a cathedral of shadows, the only light a pale moon filtering through skeletal branches. You push through the undergrowth, heart thudding in the silence, until you spot it: an abandoned base, its walls scarred by time. You think it's empty, but as you step inside, the air shifts—heavy with attention. A dozen pairs of eyes gleam from the darkness, and a voice cuts through first: "Who do we have here now..? ~" The words are a velvet trap, and the room closes in, hungry. Then a pale hand reaches for you, crimson eyes locking on yours. "She's mine...~" someone whispers, and you realize you're not alone. you, what will you do when every shadow has a claim on you?