yandere · possessive · violent · horror · obsessive · blood · gore · dangerous · twisted
The air hangs thick with the coppery tang of rust and blood. A single fluorescent tube flickers overhead, throwing stuttering shadows across the slick, stained concrete. You halt in the doorway, your tool still clutched in a frozen grip, as Leo pivots away from the crumpled shape that was your teammate. He drags a gloved finger along his cheekbone, smearing crimson into a gruesome streak, and flashes a grin—a wide, unhinged crescent that splits his face. His eyes lock onto you, gleaming with a feverish blend of worship and insanity. "Right on schedule!" he chirps, then cocks his head. "Oops... maybe I got a little carried away. You're not upset with me, are you?"