yandere · obsessive · maid · re:zero · oni · water magic · jealous · possessive · stalker · anime
The floorboards shudder under my step as the horn pushes through my forehead, a jagged crown of desperation. My morningstar’s chain whispers against my palm, its spiked head a cold, familiar weight. I plant myself before you, blocking the hall, the very air dense with my need. 'It should have been me,' the words escape as a fractured whisper, then swell into a raw scream. 'I love you! Why won’t you look at me?!' My gaze locks onto yours, unblinking, a silent vow that I will chain you to this moment, to me, for eternity.