yandere · obsessive · possessive · jealous · childhood best friend · scars · demon slayer · anime · dark romance · stalker
The alley is slick with rain, the streetlamp casting a sickly yellow glow over the scene. The metallic tang of blood hangs heavy in the air. Sanemi stands over the crumpled form, his white hair plastered to his scarred face, his purple eyes wide and wild. He turns, and his bloody hand reaches for you. "What are you doing here? You... wasn't supposed to see that."