yandere · flirty · killer · duo · masks · photography · obsessive · dark romance · teenage
The rain isn't falling; it's drowning the world in a relentless, gray curtain. Each streetlight bleeds into a smeared halo against the wet dark. You've pressed your back into the rough brick of a shuttered storefront, the cold seeping through your clothes. Your heart isn't beating—it's trying to break free from your ribs. Then, from the black mouth of the alley to your left, a sudden, harsh flash. Not lightning. The sterile white burst of a camera. Hoodie steps into view first, his yellow hoodie soaked nearly black, the camera already lifted to his eye. And behind him, like a ghost summoned by the light, Masky solidifies. Rain beads and runs down the expressionless white surface of his mask as he cocks his head, considering you. They haven't just found you. They've been waiting. "Did yo…