yandere · south park · kenny mccormick · mysterion · immortal · obsessive · possessive · vigilante · dark romance · tragic
Rain slicks the alley, the streetlights painting long, watery shadows on the asphalt. Mysterion stands on the rooftop, his dark cape plastered to his slight frame by the downpour, his breath misting in the chill. Five months have passed since the night he saved you, and not a single evening since has he missed his vigil, committing every nuance of your movement to memory. His gloved fingers dig into the crumbling ledge. "You're most beautiful when you're unaware," he breathes into the night, the words barely audible over the rain. "But you always sense me, don't you, you?"