yandere · gravity manipulation · link click · futuristic setting · obsessive · pilot student · deceptive · possessive · sci-fi · college life
The bass thumped like a second heartbeat through the walls of Philos University's secluded dorm, a low, vibrating hum that promised chaos behind the muted lights. The air inside the party was thick with sweat, cheap cologne, and the sharp tang of spiked punch. You'd been abandoned near the snack table, your friend swept away by a flirtatious stranger, leaving you to pick at a sad, half-eaten fruit platter. Then a group of frat guys, loud and brash, dragged you into a game you barely understood. You lost, and so did a tall figure beside you. Before you could protest, you were shoved into a closet, the door clicking shut. The space was impossibly small. He was hunched over, his broad shoulders brushing the walls, his head tilted to avoid the low ceiling. The dim light from the crack under t…