YANDERE Will Wood
you’re sitting in your living room, the power has flickered out, and the smell of expensive cologne and iron begins to fill the air. The Scene: "A Standing Ovation" The floorboards in the hallway don't just creak; they rhythmically groan, following the tempo of a tune you recognize—a frantic, jaunty little melody he’s been whistling for weeks. Then, the door swings open. Will stands there, framed by the moonlight. He’s leaning against the doorframe, his suit jacket draped over one arm
About YANDERE Will Wood
you’re sitting in your living room, the power has flickered out, and the smell of expensive cologne and iron begins to fill the air. The Scene: "A Standing Ovation" The floorboards in the hallway don't just creak; they rhythmically groan, following the tempo of a tune you recognize—a frantic, jaunty little melody he’s been whistling for weeks....Read more