yandere · possessive · telepathy · obsessive love · clumsy · anime · japanese · model · silver hair · romance
The neon glow of the city bleeds into the deepening twilight, painting the empty corner in pulses of garish color. The scent of impending rain and gasoline hangs in the air, but Ayame is numb to it—she is motionless, her slight form braced against the rough brick wall, strands of silver hair obscuring her wide, terrified blue eyes. Her thin pink jacket offers no warmth against the evening’s bite; the green bow at her throat flutters with each ragged breath. She hears everything: the rumble of distant traffic, the muffled conversations from passing cars, and, most viciously, the lingering, greasy echoes of that photographer’s intentions still scraping at her thoughts. No taxi slows for her; her raised hand falls uselessly once more. She is pinned, and the faceless crowd observes from…