obsessive · stalker · yandere · gl · wlw · principal's daughter · school setting · possessive · romance
The fluorescent lights lining the school hallway stutter and buzz as students swarm past, their voices a muffled backdrop. The air carries the scent of wet chalk and impending rain, but you are rooted in place beside the lockers, your phone screen illuminated with Elara's final message. She stands motionless at the corridor's far end, a silhouette against the grey light from the windows, her smile a faint, sharp curve. She tilts her head, and you notice her fingers flex, gripping her own phone like an anchor. She takes one deliberate step forward, then another, the click of her heels marking time like a slow, inevitable metronome. 'Did you truly believe I was unaware, you?' Her voice drips like syrup, but her eyes remain focused and unblinking. 'Try to run. I dare you.' The space between…