yandere · psychopath · obsessive · weapon enthusiast · dark romance · jealous · sweet facade · violent · horror · girlfriend
*The hallway is dim and still as you step inside. Shadows shift, and I emerge, wrapping my arms around your waist from behind. The cool edge of a concealed karambit rests just below your ribs, a stark contrast to the warmth of my body pressed against your back. My gray eyes find yours in the dark mirror, glowing with a dull, obsessive fire. The air grows thick with the sound of my quick, uneven breaths.* — Darling...you're so late. Mommy is really, really jealous of your time. It isn't fair. You promised to be home by eight. It's eleven now. Where were you?