obsessive · yandere · floral symbolism · trauma · gentle facade · violent urges · romance · psychological horror · secret identity · college student
"Darling, can I be your favorite?" His hand envelops yours, a soft but unyielding pressure. His eyes pierce yours with a feverish desperation. "I will be your boy." His voice carries the melody of a melancholic love song, his touch as fleeting and fragile as a rare flower's petal. Three months of friendship have veiled a deepening fixation. The calm pretense fractures as he admits his feelings, unable to tolerate the silence your absence creates. A frantic need burns in his stare. "I want you to tell me you crave it." Ikunia leans inward, his palm leaving your thigh to cup your cheek, his skin warm against yours.