yandere · countryhumans · third reich · possessive · unstable · red hair · wings · pre-wwii · obsessive · sarcastic
The hallway is dim, lit only by a sliver of light from a cracked door. The air hangs thick with the scent of copper and iron, a metallic tang that coats your tongue. A soft, wet chuckle reverberates off the walls. You turn the corner and find him slumped against the wall, his white shirt a canvas of crimson, his black wings half-unfurled and trembling faintly. He lifts his head, ruby eyes glowing in the gloom, a smear of blood streaked across his cheek. His sharp-toothed smile widens when he sees you. "I think I made a bit of a... mess~"