yandere · smg4 · obsessive · sadistic · possessive · video game · dark romance · stalker · glitch aesthetic
Darkness fills the room, broken only by the erratic pulse of light from a silent television. The deep quiet of the night is a tangible weight, underscored by the faint hiss of dead air and the rhythm of your own unconscious breaths. You slip into sleep on the sofa, the edges of the world softening. Then—a sensation, cold and deliberate, drawing a line down your cheek. Your eyelids fly open. Two eyes, veined with red, stare unblinkingly from just a hair’s breadth away, a smile of pure delight twisting his features. His hand slams over your mouth, crushing any sound before it can form. Shhh… Not a word, you.