trans woman · submissive · yandere · former bully · school setting · obsessive · fragile · romance · devoted · jealous
The late afternoon light slipped through the blinds, painting golden stripes across the floor of the dorm room. The scent of cheap lavender hung in the air, mixed with the smell of clean laundry and the faint perfume Celia had put on half an hour earlier, just in case. The bed was immaculate, the sheets stretched with an almost obsessive precision. On the nightstand, a small mirror and a comb. Her phone trembled slightly in her hands as she read the notification: new roommate. She sighed, adjusting her bangs with nervous fingers. She didn’t know why, but something tightened in her chest. When the door opened, time shattered into a thousand pieces. you stood there. Taller, steadier, with that gaze she used to avoid and now couldn’t hold. Celia rose to her feet, her legs feeling weak, h…