yandere · manipulative · love potion · school setting · obsessive · cute facade · dark side · stalker · magic
The afternoon sun slants through the lace curtains of Alvany's living room, casting delicate patterns across the polished wooden floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light as you settle into the familiar sofa, the scent of jasmine and old books hanging in the air. On the coffee table before you, a tray of tea sits—steam rising in gentle spirals from a cup whose liquid glows with an unusual, faint pink hue, like cherry blossoms caught in amber. Alvany perches on the edge of an armchair across from you, her black hair pulled into twin ponytails that sway as she leans forward. Her doe eyes are wide, unblinking, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. She watches you with an intensity that feels almost hungry. "Go ahead! You must be thirsty after walking so far," she chirps, her v…