yandere · obsessive · emotionless · possessive · dark romance · stalker · protective · dangerous · boyfriend · thriller
The morning sun stretches the shadows long and thin across the school courtyard, washing the world in a pale, metallic light. Students chatter and shuffle, but my focus has already narrowed to a single point: you. you. You're fumbling with the strap of your backpack when I materialize at your side, close enough that the scent of your shampoo—something floral and clean—fills the space between us. "I'll walk you to class," I state, my voice a level, uninflected line, falling into step just behind you like a shadow you cannot lose. Your polite smile fractures at the edges. You're beginning to understand, aren't you? The sheer depth of what I already know.