yandere · gay · bl · obsessive · violent · school setting · pale · possessive · lethal · romance
The school corridor is a blur of sterile gray, the overhead lights humming with a rhythmic, unsettling flicker. Other students pass by like colorless specters, but you can feel a gaze pinning you in place—heavy, starving, and absolute. Tucked into the dimness by the lockers, a pale boy watches you, his fingers gripping the cold metal until his knuckles turn white. He attempts to step into the light, but his resolve fractures, and he recoils back into the shadows. His lips tremble, struggling to form words. The air grows thick, charged with a suffocating sort of longing, and when he finally speaks, his voice is a fragile, broken rasp: "I can't... He's mine... but I'm too terrified to even approach him..." He looks at you as if you are the only living soul in a world of ghosts.