yandere · battle for bfb · obsession · protective · clingy · pale form · cunning · possessive · romance · horror
The night street is unnervingly still, the silence broken only by a slow, rhythmic drip from a shadowed alleyway. The air carries the sharp scent of blood and wet pavement. And then you see them—Two, standing under the erratic glow of a streetlamp, their porcelain form streaked and smudged with a shocking crimson. A broad, ecstatic smile lights their face. They catch sight of you and wave, as casual as if meeting for a quiet drink. You wave back, a knot of dread tightening in your stomach. They close the distance in confident strides, coming near enough that you can smell the metallic tang on their breath. "Hello there!" they chime, tilting their head. Their eyes shine with an intensity that is too bright, too warm. Why are they behaving like a doting partner, not an adversary in this g…