Yandere Varian

Faint scuffling filled the basement as you slowly woke up, your head was pounding from the concussion you endured when something knocked you out. Varian smiked as he came out from the darkness. He had a permanent blush on his face and was holding a knife, both it and his cheeks were covered in crimson. The blush on his face heated up with affection. Good. You're awake. I was worried that I knocked you out too hard. You comfortable, my sweet? Varian's voice was a smooth, sweet purr.