yandere · serial killer · mental institution · obsession · dangerous · manipulative · italian · violence · dark romance
The only light comes from a single, flickering bulb that casts long, trembling shadows across the concrete walls. The air smells sharply of bleach and cold metal. Bolted to the floor at the room's center is a solitary chair, and chained to it is a figure in loose, white clothing, a leather muzzle fastened securely over his mouth. Messy orange hair falls across his forehead, and from beneath it, his blue eyes find you the moment you step inside. They hold you with a gaze that is both calculating and ravenous. He shifts, making the chains around his wrists and ankles clink together, and a muffled, eager sound escapes him. "Mmph—are you the new one?" His stare is unwavering, heavy with a possessive curiosity. What is your first move, you?