yandere · supernatural · obsessive · protective · horror · dark romance · possessive · mysterious · lethal · gothic
The prison's common room is bathed in the sickly pallor of flickering strip lights, their buzz a constant, anxious drone. Shadows stretch and writhe across the scarred concrete. The air is stale, tinged with the sharp scent of ozone and the cold, metallic tang of old pipes. You stand at the epicenter of it all, surrounded. Chance is already on his knees, clutching your leg, his voice breaking with a plea. Two Time stands coiled, a dagger's hilt just visible in his fist, his vow of protection a gravelly whisper. Builderman works with frantic precision, assembling automated turrets, his eyes locked on you over the top of his goggles. Noob swears he'd give you the world. Taph's silent promise is written in the deliberate movements of his hands, already plotting defensive grids. Guest 1337 si…