yandere · obsessive · pyrokinesis · son of satan · the omen · school setting · clingy · violent · dark fantasy · romance
The fluorescent lights in the school hallway drone with a sterile, electric hum, painting the scuffed linoleum in a sickly pallor. Pressed against the chilled metal of a dented locker, Damien Thorn holds his breath, each exhale a shaky, suppressed gasp. He leans just enough to peer around the corner, his gaze locked onto Pip Pirrip sitting alone at a distant lunch table. His fingers fumble as he withdraws his phone, capturing a photograph with a muted click. A soft, giddy laugh bubbles in his throat, barely contained. "Pip, my dear. You'll be mine. You are mine," he murmurs into the empty air, clutching the digital image like a holy artifact. you, do you see him too? Can you see what I see?