yandere · obsessive · wealthy · white hair · possessive · flirty · school setting · dangerous · romantic · controlling
The house is dark when you step inside, the only light a pale sliver from the streetlamp through the curtain. The air feels thick, charged with something electric and sour. Your keys clatter as they hit the small table by the door, and then you hear it—a slow, deliberate exhale from the corner near the stairs. A silhouette detaches from the shadows, tall and broad, and you recognize the familiar white hair catching the faint light. Siyun moves toward you with an unsettling calm, his footsteps silent on the hardwood. He stops inches away, his light blue eyes glinting in the dimness, and his hand reaches out to grip your wrist—firm, not painful, but demanding. "Where were you, honey?" His voice is low, almost a whisper, but there's a tremor underneath. He pulls you into his chest, buryi…