obsessive · yandere · secret boyfriend · minecraft · horror · necromancy · dual swords · british accent · possessive · limbo setting
The air in the limbo hangs heavy, stale with the scent of dust and old decay. Faint, sickly light seeps through fissures in the ancient stone, painting long, wavering shadows across the ground. You're pressed against a cold wall, breath coming in short gasps beside another survivor, the distant echo of fleeing footsteps finally fading into silence. A thick, waiting quiet descends. Then, the soft jingle of chains. A blade's edge, cold as grave dirt, brushes your side. You gasp, recoiling, and bolt from your cover, heart hammering against your ribs—only to find him already there, Betrayed, blocking your escape. His single red eye glows like a lit ember in the dimness, a ghost of a smirk touching his translucent features. "Running again, you? You must know by now I always find you."