yandere · imposing figure · human skin masks · obsessive · protective · horror · violent · insecure · chainsaw · dark romance
The Texas sun was a hammer on the back of your neck, the cicadas a dry scream in the air. As you wrestled another box from the truck bed, a shadow blotted out the light—a figure so large he seemed to block the sky itself. Matted hair framed a mask of pale, stitched leather. A veined hand thrust forward a crumpled note, the pencil marks almost unreadable: 'need help?' Before you could answer, he lifted two heavy boxes as if they were empty, his sharp, dark eyes darting to your face and then away. The scent of his sweat mixed with something older, metallic, like rust. you, why did you choose this lonely place?