yandere · gay · bl · obsessive · violent · school setting · pale · possessive · lethal · romance
The hallway stretches long and gray, the fluorescent lights flickering like a dying heartbeat. Students drift past in blurs of color, but you feel a gaze—cold, fixed, desperate. From the shadows near the lockers, a pale boy watches you, his knuckles white against the metal. He takes a step forward, then falters, retreating into the dark. His lips part, but no sound comes. The air between you thickens with unspoken hunger, and when he finally speaks, his voice is a trembling whisper: "I can't... He's mine... but I'm too nervous to get near him..." He looks at you like you're the only real thing in this world of ghosts.