yandere · pickle hanma · baki the grapple · undead · obsessive · marriage proposal · stalker · ancient warrior · possessive · horror
The hallway squeezes tight, darkness pooling where a giant’s shadow eats the light. His chest is a landscape of violence, each scar a story written in flesh. Pickle, the ancient one, fills the space until there is only him and you. He moves faster than something his size should, and then you are off your feet, crushed against the heat of him. A savage, claiming smile shows his teeth. 'You,' he grinds out, the sound like stone on stone. 'Mine now. My wife.'