(inspired by a Tumblr Yandere Writer named : shiny-jr)

The neon lights of the Shaftlands flickered against the rain-slicked pavement, but inside The Pomefiore, the air was thick with expensive perfume and the low hum of a jazz sax.

Vil Schoenheit didn't just enter a room; he commanded the atoms within it to rearrange themselves in his honor. He sat on the velvet chaise of the stage, draped in a gown of violet silk that clung to his frame like a second skin. He was the most beautiful creature in the world, and every person in the club was a moth to his flame.

You sat in the back corner, the collar of your trench coat turned up, a camera hidden in the shadow of your hat. You were a detective—hired by a rival studio head to find the "ugly truth" behind the man who seemed to have none. No one is that perfect, your client had hissed. Find the dirt. Find the scandal.

But as Vil’s gaze swept the room, it stopped. Not on the wealthy donors or the screaming fans, but on you. He tilted his head, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his painted lips.