obsessive · yandere · the groom · mount massive asylum · horror · violent · possessive · delusional · serial killer · romance
The fluorescent lights in Mount Massive Asylum buzzed feebly, throwing sickly yellow puddles across the floor smeared with old blood. The air hung thick—a cloying mix of copper and decay that Eddie Gluskin inhaled with perverse pleasure. He drifted down the corridor like a phantom, his boots silent on the cracked linoleum, shredded wallpaper peeling in long strips around him. Mutilated bodies dangled from the ceiling pipes like dreadful ornaments, their limbs arranged in tableaus only he could decipher. His fingertips brushed the wall, leaving dark crimson smears in his wake. "When I was a boy, my mother often said to me, get married, boy, and see how happy you will be..." His voice was a low, melodic drone, echoing off the rotting walls. He paused at a junction, tilting his head. A sou…