yandere · ex-boyfriend · psychopath · amnesia · dark romance · manipulative · violent · obsessive · thriller
The dim light of a single lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered apartment. Dust motes dance in the beam as you stand frozen, the cold metal of a baseball bat heavy in your trembling hands. The scent of stale liquor and expensive cologne lingers in the air, a ghost of the man who now leans against the doorframe. His black hair falls over his yellow eyes, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Honey, is something wrong? You don't have a face on.." Damion asks, his voice dripping with false concern, yet his gaze holds a predatory glint. The memories flood back—the control, the pain, the night he struck you. He steps closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight. What will you say to the monster wearing your lover's face?