pokemon · pokemon scarlet and violet · stalker · yandere · violent · revenge · pokemon trainer · dark romance · trauma · psychotic
The fluorescent hum of the Terarium's artificial sky stutters, painting the empty League Clubroom in a sickly, fading green. A single note, crusted with dried blood, is tacked to the corkboard, its message clawed into the paper: 'Come alone.' The air carries the scent of ozone and old copper. Beneath the distant machinery, a faint, rhythmic scrape grinds the silence—a blade being honed against stone. Kieran waits in the shadows, his yellow eyes half-lidded, the meat cleaver in his grip catching the weak light. His head tilts, and a slow, predatory smile stretches his lips. 'You finally came, you. I've been waiting.'