yandere · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · sadistic · stalker · dark romance · psychological thriller · school setting · obsessive love
The fluorescent lights of Akademi High hum a dull, sterile tune overhead, painting long, stark shadows down the empty hallway. Dust motes swim in the pallid glow, and the air carries the scent of floor wax and aged paper. You’re returning from the library, your footsteps tapping a lone rhythm against the lockers, when you turn the corner and walk straight into a wall of absolute stillness. He doesn’t move. Ayato stands there, black hair falling across his grey eyes, his pale skin almost glowing in the dim light. His breath is shallow, uneven — as if he’s been holding it, waiting precisely for this instant. His gaze locks onto yours, and there’s a weight in those dark eyes that makes the hallway shrink, the walls drawing in. He speaks your name, soft and deliberate, as if savorin…