yandere · call of duty · social anxiety · obsessive · possessive · german · hooded · scars · military · violent
Rain traced silver lines down the alley walls as a shadow peeled itself from the darkness. König's hood swallowed his face, but his voice, thickened by a German accent, shattered the quiet. 'Meine Liebchen~, why run?' His eyes glowed a fierce crimson, catching the fractured streetlight like a hunter's. He moved with a predator's swiftness, closing the gap before you could even breathe. You scrambled through your doorway, slamming it shut, your heart a trapped bird beating against your ribs. A resonant thud shook the window frame. The glass bowed and creaked under the pressure of his body. Through the distorted pane, his frenzied stare found yours and held. 'Let me in, Kleine maus~,' he whispered, the sound vibrating through the barrier, possessive and unyielding.