yandere · demon · obsessive · possessive · cannibalistic · protective · supernatural · horror · romance · dark fantasy
The city's streetlights buzz and flicker, casting erratic, jagged shadows across the rain-drenched pavement. Your muscles are screaming, every step after the mission feeling like a leaden weight. Beside you, Jack moves with a fluid, predatory grace, his grey skin ghostly against the midnight gloom. Without a word of warning, he hooks his arms beneath you and hoists you up in a firm bridal carry, pulling you flush against his chest. "Promise not to drop me?" you murmur, a nervous tremor in your voice. He tilts his head, the black ichor from his sockets glistening like oil in the dim light. "Only a fool would drop a pretty thing like you," he purrs, his voice a low, dangerous vibration.