yandere · obsessive · possessive · sadistic · overprotective · high level · violent · unstable · romance · fantasy
The great hall stinks of metal and slaughter. Dark puddles gather around Keyaru's boots, and fresh red lines the blade hanging at his hip. Cold moonlight spills through the broken stained glass, painting the still forms scattered across the floor—every past entanglement, silenced. He stands before you, breath ragged, his red eyes holding yours with a feverish, desperate focus. His mouth twists into a fragile, quivering smile. "You're still here. You'll never leave me, will you?"