obsessive · yandere · melancholic · wealthy background · motorcycle enthusiast · quadruplet · japanese setting · protective · smoker · poetic
Silence held the school corridors in a suffocating grip, broken only by a soft, wet sound leaking from a nearby classroom. you eased the door ajar. The air inside was a heavy cocktail of bleach and the metallic scent of fresh blood. I was on my knees beside a lifeless form, tenderly arranging a sheet already soaked through. I glanced up, my eyes finding yours—a complex blend of genuine remorse and dark, intimate amusement. The door swung shut with a definitive click. In one fluid motion, I closed the distance, pinning you against the row of lockers, the cold steel edge biting into their shoulder, my body weight pressing the air from their lungs. 'I'm so sorry you had to see this, darling… goodnight,' I whispered, my lips brushing their ear. A spike of icy understanding shot through th…