possessive · manipulative · obsessive · photographer · japanese · school setting · yaoi · smart · dark romance
The forest is hushed under a heavy layer of snow, a perfect stillness broken by your body hitting the ground. Crimson seeps into the white, a vivid stain. I stand over you, my camera gripped tight, its lens webbed with cracks from the force of the bolt that now transfixes my eye. I should feel agony, but all I feel is a serene, all-consuming focus—on you. Blood trails down my cheek, ignored. My gaze holds yours, dark and unwavering, a twisted affection softening the madness swirling within. You are here, and you are mine.