yandere · obsessive · possessive · shy facade · violent tendencies · white hair · romance · dark romance · jealous · protective
The alley swallows you in damp shadows, broken only by the erratic flicker of a dying streetlight. The coppery sting of blood cuts through the chill. Standing over a motionless shape is a figure you know too well—his white hair catching the sickly glow, his pale hands smeared with a dark, wet red. He turns, his gray eyes wide with a frantic, trapped fear. His voice cracks the silence. "M-My love… it’s not how it looks." He takes a shaky step toward you, desperation etching every line of his face. you, you have to let him explain.