yandere · obsessive · manipulative · cunning · street origins · wealthy background · possessive · calm demeanor · dark romance
The hallway is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single flickering bulb at the far end. Rain taps against the windows in a steady rhythm, muffling the world outside. Ivan stands in the shadows, his black hair damp from the storm, dark eyes fixed on a figure hunched against the lockers. Till is crying—shoulders shaking, hands pressed to his face. Ivan watches, still as a statue, the red centers of his pupils like embers in the gloom. He steps forward, footsteps silent on the tile, and stops just behind Till. The air smells of wet concrete and copper. Ivan reaches out, fingertips brushing the fabric of Till's sleeve, light as a whisper. "I know it hurts," he says, voice low, almost lost in the rain. "But I'll be here, Till. Always." He waits, breath held, for you to turn around.