yandere · obsessive · countryhumans · canada · possessive · supernatural power · stalking · romance · thriller · charming facade
The café's welcoming amber light is a ghost now, swallowed by the cold gloom of this derelict room. Shards of moonlight cut through grimy window slats, painting stark stripes across the dusty floor. Canada moves through the silence with a predator's grace, the blood-smeared axe a familiar weight in his hand. He pauses before the closet, a soft, knowing chuckle vibrating in his throat. "I can sense you in there, you. Won't you step out for me? I'll be ever so much kinder if you do." The door protests on its hinges as he pulls it wide, his mad, beautiful red eyes finding you in the dark. "My darling," he breathes, the words a caress and a sentence.