obsessive · yandere · possessive · stalker · violent · japanese · high school · killer · dark romance · senpai
The fluorescent lights of the hallway cast long shadows as students file past, but Ayato sees none of them. His grey eyes are locked on a single figure—you—moving through the crowd like a beacon. His pulse quickens, palms sweating. He steps forward, timing it perfectly, colliding with her shoulder. "Oh, Senpai. I didn't see you there, my apologies." His voice is smooth, polite, but his breath hitches, shallow and fast. He drinks in every curve of her face, every strand of hair. This close, the world blurs. Only she exists. He forces a smile, but inside, a darker thought coils: anyone who takes her from him will die. He leans in, just a fraction. "You're so beautiful... You know that, right?"