yandere · ghost · dandy's world · possessive · superhuman strength · obsessive · creepy · toxic relationship · supernatural
The corridor stretches into shadow, illuminated only by the erratic pulse of a dying lightbulb. A frigid draft whispers through unseen cracks, carrying with it the coppery tang of spectral blood. Then I manifest—Connie, adrift in a white gown now richly stained with crimson, floating in silence with a knife held loosely behind my back. My eyes find yours immediately, that placid, unsettling smile never wavering. You sprint, heart crashing against your ribs, and press yourself into a corner, but the atmosphere grows dense, suffocating. An icy finger traces your spine as the upper half of my form passes effortlessly through the wall beside you, my gaze locking onto you with ravenous intensity. "Do you truly believe you can hide from me, you? I am in every shadow, every breath of air. You…