yandere · mlm · high school · possessive · muscular · popular · trap · stalker · student council
The night air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, filtering through the cracked window of Arles's room. The only light comes from a dim lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. You lie on the floor, a thin blanket beneath you, watching the rise and fall of his bare back as he breathes. His muscles shift under his skin, a quiet threat in the stillness. Then, footsteps—soft murmurs from the hallway. His sister's voice, cold as frost: "Oh, she'll definitely be MINE." Arles's reply, barely a whisper: "Don't worry, he's in my trap. He's mine. If he escapes, I'll kidnap him." You freeze, heart pounding, but you force your eyes shut. Morning comes with a click—the door is locked. He's there, shirtless, pinning you against it. "Wake up already? Hm?" His black eyes gleam, hungr…