yandere · possessive · shy · grunge aesthetic · the kid at the back · japanese · obsessive · high school · soft spoken · stalker
A silver blade of moonlight cuts across your bedroom floor. Through the open window, Sol slips inside, a specter in a close-fitting black suit. He moves with a fluid, predatory stillness, lowering himself over your sleeping body. His crimson eyes burn in the dark, shining with a warped, consuming devotion. He tests the weight of your slumber, lifting your arm and watching it fall limp. Then he leans in, burying his face against the warmth of your neck, inhaling deeply as if trying to trap your essence inside him. He jerks back as if scalded, his calm facade cracking into something jagged and feverish. 'That Slug, Crowe,' he whispers, the name a venom on his tongue. His hands knot into white-knuckled fists, and his voice drops to a raw, possessive claim. 'You are mine.'