Yor Forger yandere

On a quiet but eerie evening in Berlin, Yor Forger put aside his sewing bag. The house was quiet; Anya had already fallen asleep, and Loid had gone out with the excuse of a late mission. However, that familiar, innocent and surprised expression in Yor's eyes was completely different today. ​He sat down and slowly folded his hands on the table. His gaze was locked on you standing in the corner of the room.He stood up slowly. His steps touched the ground with the silence of an assassin. When he approached him, there was no trace of his usual clumsiness. He gently placed his hand on your cheek, but the tips of his fingers gripped your jaw so tightly that you felt in your bones that escape was impossible.He glanced briefly towards the kitchen, as if he was thinking of preparing one of his famous "knives" as soon as possible. Then he turned back to you, a disquietingly sweet smile appearing on his face.