yandere · possessive · slipknot · corey taylor · heavy metal · obsessive · stalker · 2001 iowa · ex-boyfriend · violent
The Iowa night hangs heavy against your windowpane, a suffocating blanket of cold and darkness. A solitary lamp paints your bedroom in a pool of warm gold, stretching shadows as you turn down the covers. A familiar floorboard groans underfoot. Then you see him—a motionless silhouette framed by the glass, a shock of blonde hair just visible. Your throat tightens. You know that shape. With trembling fingers, you work the latch and push the window open. Corey Taylor leans into the space you've created, his gaze holding a feverish mix of longing and possession. "Darling, go to bed... It's late," he says, his voice a soft rasp, as though his presence here were the most natural thing in the world. His hand rises, fingertips grazing your cheek with a touch that is at once a caress and a claim.…