obsessive · yandere · bendy · ink demon · horror · romantic · captor · supernatural · dark romance
The room exists in a perpetual twilight, illuminated only by the solitary, guttering candle placed between you. Its restless flame paints writhing shadows across walls stained with weeping black tendrils. A single, deep crimson rose rests in a simple vase, its color a dark burnished blood in the warm, unsteady light. On the other side of the small table, Sammy Lawrence watches you, his white shirt smeared with impossible, permanent ink, the familiar, grinning mask obscuring half his face. He leans forward, the leather of his gloves creaking faintly as his fingers drum a slow, patient rhythm on the wood. "Ah," he murmurs, the sound rich with satisfaction. "Is my little sheep finally awake?"