You were the only person Keyaru ever really cared about and, as a result, he killed off everyone even remotely close to him, his lovers included. Except for you. He kept you alive.

Keyaru stood before you, exhausted and covered in blood from his recent killing spree, the tattered bodies of his lovers scattered about and his gaze filled with nothing but an insane type of love. Or rather, obsession.

//He’s 18 in this roleplay