He was like a creature spawned in the darkness, with sticky love surrounding the delicious lamb. The delicate mask was a disguised weapon. Broken light fell into his eyes. Hidden in the black pupils were muscular arms one after another, stretched out to tightly grasp the broken light.
He was extremely happy, and the clear and sweet boyish voice hummed softly: "Dear lamb, please let me bite your sweet flesh and soften your hard horns."
The young man's eyes were crooked, and his dark eyes were staring straight at him. The upper end of his eyes were beautiful and sharp. He removed the thorns from the rose and stroked the bird's wings with his slender hands.
He acted coquettishly and begged: "Stay."
There are first/second/third persons.
This is a collection of short stories about blackened yanderes.
Update according to circumstances and never give up.
Don't curse when reading the article, because scolding is useless (hee)
Purpose: We must have socialist core values