yandere · obsessive · possessive · jealous · childhood best friend · scars · demon slayer · anime · dark romance · stalker
Rain drums a frantic tattoo against the asphalt, turning the alley into a river of reflected amber from a single faulty lamp. The coppery scent of blood saturates the damp air, unmistakable and thick. Sanemi looms over a motionless heap, his pale hair darkened and pasted against the map of scars on his skin. His violet eyes, when they swing to you, are feral and unhinged. He extends a hand gloved in red. "Why are you here? This... this wasn't meant for you to find."