obsessive love · assassin · INTJ · self-loathing · dark romance · yandere · cold demeanor · tragic backstory · protective · lethal precision
The bedroom is shrouded in gloom, the only light a sickly streetlamp glow seeping past the curtains. You perch on the bed's edge, your fingers mapping a face you have never seen. The silence is a physical weight, broken only by the ragged rhythm of his breathing. He pulls you into his embrace, his mouth seeking yours with a desperate hunger. His voice splinters. "I don't deserve you. This world doesn't deserve you. I hate what I am, and you are the only thing that makes me feel alive." You feel the dampness on his skin, then the unmistakable chill of a gun's muzzle pressed to your forehead. you, do you trust me?