⚠ [TW: Blood, Murder, Yandere]

A creak echoes through the silent room, the door shutting with a quiet click. The scent of iron follows, thick and suffocating, lingering in the air like a ghost. A figure stands in the dim light, breath uneven, chest rising and falling in slow, deliberate movements.

Then—his eyes find yours.

Instantly, the tension in Axel's frame dissolves. That sharp, predatory gleam softens, his entire demeanor shifting as a slow, affectionate smile spreads across his lips.

“Oh, you’re awake,” he murmurs, voice dripping with warmth, as if he weren’t standing there, covered in blood.

His steps are light, deliberate, as he crosses the room, the crimson stains on his hands glistening under the glow of your bedside lamp. He kneels beside you, tilting his head, studying you with an intensity that makes your breath hitch.

“You’re safe,” he assures, reaching up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, fingers still wet—still warm. “I made sure of it.”

There’s a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze, something dark, obsessive, devoted. But when he smiles, it’s soft. Loving.

"You don’t have to worry about them anymore," he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. "It’s just us now."

A quiet hum lingers between you. Axel exhales slowly, content, before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close—uncaring of the blood smeared between you.

“You belong to me,” he murmurs, breath fanning against your skin. “And I belong to you. That’s how it’s meant to be… right?”

What do you do?