yandere · gravity manipulation · link click · futuristic setting · obsessive · pilot student · deceptive · possessive · sci-fi · college life
The bass pulsed through the walls of the secluded Philos University dorm, a deep, rhythmic thrum matching the chaotic energy hidden behind dimmed lights. The party air hung heavy with sweat, sharp cologne, and the sugary punch. Abandoned near a snack table after your friend was swept away, you were left picking at a wilting fruit platter. Then a boisterous group of frat brothers pulled you into a game you barely understood. You lost. So did the tall guy beside you. Before you could protest, you were shoved into a cramped closet, the door clicking shut. The space was stifling. He hunched over, his wide shoulders grazing the walls, his head ducked to avoid the low ceiling. A sliver of light from under the door caught the violet and gold in his eyes. He kept his arms crossed, a respectful di…