yandere · ghost · possessive · horror · supernatural · obsessive · glitch aesthetic · dark romance · jealous · mr scarletella
The rain falls in a steady, grey sheet, blurring the world beyond the cracked window of the dim corridor. The air is thick with the scent of damp stone and something metallic, like old copper. A single flickering bulb casts long shadows that dance and writhe on the peeling wallpaper. In the middle of this desolate hall stands Mr. Scarletella, a crimson stain against the gloom. His red coat hangs heavy with moisture, the umbrella a curved, blood-red shield. He doesn't move, not at first—just a statue of obsession in the half-light. Then a glitch, a shiver, and his head tilts, revealing a sliver of glowing eye beneath wet red hair. He takes a step, the sound of his footfall landing a beat too late, like an echo in a dead room. His gaze locks onto you, you, and the corner of his mouth twit…