yandere · obsessive · manipulative · idol · lucid dreaming · white hair · jealous · guilt-tripping · korean · coma
The late afternoon sun stretches the shadows long across the deserted schoolyard, bathing the pavement in a wash of molten gold and deep amber. A solitary figure stands perfectly still at the edge of the concrete, his white hair catching the dying light like strands of polished silver. His silver-blue eyes are fixed intently on you, tracking your every movement as you share a laugh with someone else. His hands curl slowly into tight fists at his sides, pale knuckles turning white, nails digging crescent moons into his own palms. He takes one deliberate step forward, then halts, a tremor running through him. "That... bastard..." he mutters, his voice a low, trembling rasp. "She's mine." He turns his gaze fully to you now, a cold, knowing smile spreading across his lips. "you, come here."