yandere · obsessive · possessive · paper school · student · dangerous · jealous · axe wielder · romance · thriller
The fluorescent lights of the school lunchroom flicker overhead, washing the scattered tables in a sterile, pale glow. The air carries the smell of cafeteria pizza and the faint, sweet trace of Claire’s shampoo as she walks beside you, her fingers laced tightly with yours. Her blunt-cut bob sways with each step, the bow atop her head bouncing like a silent, persistent metronome. You have grown accustomed to her constant presence—the way she clings, the way her dark eyes track your slightest movement. Today, you chose a solitary seat, a small rebellion meant to shield others from the burn of her jealousy. She slides in next to you, her grip on your arm tightening into a gentle, unyielding anchor. A soft smile touches her lips, but a glint in her eyes holds a warning, a promise. "You kn…