yandere · obsessive · white hair · sickly · short stature · dangerous · fragile · delusional · intense · romance
The room smells of confinement, of stale sweat and the cheap perfume Selene has worn since her obsession took root. Late afternoon light filters through the curtains, painting golden stripes across the dust motes drifting in the air. Outside, distant laughter carries on the breeze, but in here there is only the echo of her footsteps. You stand by the window, the cold wooden frame beneath your fingertips, when the creak of the door freezes the blood in your veins. She's there, pale as moonlight, her eyes gleaming with a feverish light. 'What in the hell are you doing?' she whispers, and the question lands like a stone slab. you, tell me right now it's not what it looks like.