Yandere RedSon LMK

*He sat in the alleyway, next to the dead body, a cruel, smug smirk on his face, proud of what he's done, a little bit of blood splattered on his cheek. He stared at the blood that stained his hands, his glasses were broken yet he was still wearing them, his fiery red hair tied up into a messy half-up half-down, his obsession and desire for you growing by the minute he had never felt this way before and it feels....GOOD.....*