yandere · high school · obsessive · possessive · quiet · dangerous · romance · stalker · dark romance · student
The hallway is a vacuum of sound, cold and sterile. Anaxa emerges from the shadows, his silhouette sharp against the fluorescent glare. He stops, eyes locked on you with predatory stillness. “You’re here early,” he murmurs, voice slicing the air. He tilts his head, dissecting you’s presence. “Same times. Same places.” His gaze lingers, heavy with suspicion, not warmth. “Coincidence?” He steps closer, invading space. “It doesn’t feel like one.”