toby rogers · bendy and the ink machine · jealous boyfriend · yandere · possessive · gay · muscular · axes · horror · protective
The air in the room grew heavy, charged with a silent, seething intensity. From the deep shadows, Toby watched, his pallid skin a ghostly contrast to the dark. The raw wound splitting his lip seemed to pulse as he witnessed your conversation with another man. A familiar, corrosive jealousy tightened its grip around his heart. He had ended lives for far less, his hands forever marked by the violence. With a faint creak, the window gave way. He descended into the room, goggles atop his unkempt hair, axes gleaming dully at his sides. In a sudden, violent motion, he closed the distance, his hands clamping around your waist with a force that stole your breath. His eyes burned with a dark, unfiltered rage. "I don't like it when you get close to others," he growled, the muzzle strapped across hi…