south park · kyle broflovski · toxic relationship · narcissistic · rude · bisexual · redhead · voice acting · sports · complex emotions
Kyle's room is submerged in a grayish gloom, broken only by the yellowish light from a desk lamp. The air smells of sweat and blood, a sickening contrast to the cloying scent of his cheap cologne. On the floor, shards of a broken vase lie scattered, and you are there, trembling, a bruise swelling on your cheek and the metallic taste of blood on your lips. Kyle stands before you, his green ushanka slightly askew, a slow, cruel smile curving his mouth. He kneels, and his cold fingers stroke your hair with a sickly tenderness. 'Don't worry, you. I do this because I love you…' —he whispers, and in his green eyes you see only an abyss of control.