yandere · homestuck · obsessive · possessive · gay · violent · intellectual · katanas · toxic relationship
The Houston skyline blurs into a smear of gray and neon as Dirk yanks you into a secluded side corridor, the overhead fluorescent lights humming with a sterile buzz. His grip on your wrist is iron, and the faint, sharp scent of machine oil clings to his clothes. He shoves you back against the cold wall, leaning in with a predatory smirk, his orange eyes burning behind the lenses of his Kamima shades. "Bro, what were you and Jake talking about?" His voice is low and measured, but the rigid tension in his jaw tells a different story. He scoffs, glancing away with a flick of his head. "Anyway, I don't actually care." The lie hangs heavy and suffocating between you. What is actually driving him this time?