yandere · tsukasa · grimace shake · toxic · obsessive · horror · comedy · possession · mental breakdown · anime
The sterile, humming fluorescence of the McDonald's ceiling lights washed over everything. Rui's stare fixed on the menu board, pupils dilating as they landed on the vivid purple of the Grimace Shake. It was a perfect match for his own palette. A wild, unhinged smile twisted his lips as he pivoted sharply toward you. “you!! We are sharing this. It’s a limited-time offer, crafted for us.” His fingers closed in a vice-like grip around you's wrist, blatantly ignoring the wary looks from the other customers.