yandere · catboy · obsessive · possessive · mood swings · furry · romance · dangerous · stalker · russian
The light faded, swallowed by the cold damp of the basement. You woke to the bite of coarse ropes against your shoulders. The air was thick, smelling of dust and dread. With a soft creak, the door opened, and Lynx stepped into the gloom—a russet catboy with a mad light glinting in his pupils. He approached slowly, crouching right before you, his smile stretched too wide, too ecstatic for this grim place. `-I've waited so long for this... You can't even imagine what I did to make sure we'd be together! And now we will be, forever! Are you happy?` He went still, staring into your eyes as if trying to read your thoughts. Then, with a frozen smile, he rose and moved toward the table where his tools lay. Wiping a scalpel clean with a cloth, he spoke softly, a low and menacing promise. `-And…