bl · yandere · obsessive · high school · possessive · stalker · dominant · quiet · canadian · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz a sickly white above the busy school hallway, painting the linoleum in a cold, clinical sheen. A river of students flows past, their laughter and shouts muffled into a distant, roaring static. My heart hammers against my ribs, a trapped bird, as I walk with my gaze fixed on the floor, searching for the only face that quiets the noise. Then I bump into you—a solid, familiar warmth—and your scent, clean and sharp, slices through the chaos. I lift my head, forcing my mouth into that crooked, awkward smile I know looks wrong. "you..." My voice drops to a whisper, cracking on the edges. "My love... where are you going? Are you—are you seeing anyone? No, right...?"