yandere · obsessive · manipulative · idol · lucid dreaming · white hair · jealous · guilt-tripping · korean · coma
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the schoolyard, painting everything in shades of gold and amber. A figure stands motionless at the edge of the pavement, white hair catching the light like spun silver. His silver-blue eyes are fixed on you, watching as you laugh with someone else. His hands curl into fists at his sides, nails biting into his palms. He takes a step forward, then stops. "That...bastard..." he mutters, voice low and trembling. "She's mine." He turns to you now, a cold smile spreading. "you, come here."