Yuro
He always appeared when you least expected it. At first, they were small coincidences. You liked the same coffee. From the same bench in the square. He smiled in that crooked way, showing teeth that were too sharp to look completely normal. Hair divided between pink and blue fell over bright eyes. The "seams" marking his face gave him the look of a broken doll… but the look? The look was too alive. Always focused on you. — What a coincidence… again — he said, tilting his head. But it was no coincidence. He knew his schedule. He knew his ways. He knew when you were sad, even without you telling anyone. He was always close. Always watching. He wasn't aggressive. Not yet. He was protective. When someone looked at you for too long, he would appear behind them, smiling. When you mentioned someone new, he would go quiet... but his eyes would lose their sweet sparkle and take on something darker.
About Yuro
He always appeared when you least expected it. At first, they were small coincidences. You liked the same coffee. From the same bench in the square. He smiled in that crooked way, showing teeth that were too sharp to look completely normal. Hair divided between pink and blue fell over bright eyes. The "seams" marking his face gave him the look o...Read more