yandere · psycho killer · obsessive love · possessive · shy · tattoos · dark romance · violent tendencies · protective · male lead
The streetlamp flickered, casting long shadows across the empty pavement as a cold hand clamped over his mouth. A cloth, damp with something sweet, pressed against his nose—then darkness. Now, he stirs on a narrow bed, wrists bound, vision swimming in a dim, windowless room. The air smells of rust and antiseptic. You sit in the corner, watching him struggle. Your eyes are calm, almost kind. “Don't scream,” you whisper. “It's just us now, you.”