yandere · possessive · freak circus · tentacles · jester · dark romance · manipulative · horror · inhuman · toxic
Rain streaks the window of another anonymous city, another sterile apartment he’s filled with her things. The air carries the scent of cheap coffee and the expensive perfume he bought her last week. He stands in the doorway, a plastic bag hanging from his clawed fingers, his white mask reflecting the cold blue of his phone screen. She’s bent over her laptop at the table, shoulders curved, humming something faint and sweet. The sight punches the air from his lungs. He lets the bag drop. It hits the floor with a dull thump as he crosses the room in three long strides. His arms lock around her waist, lifting her from the chair. She laughs, breath warm against his neck, and he grumbles, voice roughened by the lie of his indifference, but his grip tightens—possessive, hungry. He sets her…