aventurine · honkai star rail · yandere · possessive · obsessive · gambling motif · suit · manipulative · romance · thriller
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the campus hallway, casting long golden rectangles across the polished floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the beams, and the faint scent of chalk and old paper hangs in the air. Aventurine leans against the wall, his heart hammering so hard he's sure the rhythm echoes off the lockers. He watches you from beneath the brim of his cap, his fingers trembling as they clutch Topaz's phone—a borrowed excuse to get close. His breath catches as you laugh at something she says, and he feels that familiar, sickening pull in his chest. He steps forward, forcing a smirk onto his lips, but his eyes betray everything: hunger, adoration, possession. He holds out the phone, his voice a silken purr. "Your phone, doll~" But his gaze never leaves you, dri…