shy · yandere · possessive · jealous · pink hair · gentle · violent · childhood friend · romance · thriller
The throb of bass faded as I climbed the stairs, the hallway swallowed in shadow. I pushed my bedroom door open. Moonlight cut across the room, illuminating a shape curled on my bed—a spill of pink hair across my pillow, a face relaxed in sleep. I knew her: Elara, my father's closest friend's daughter. She looked breakable and breathtaking all at once. I reached out, my touch light on her shoulder. She gasped, eyes flying open, then instantly cast them down, a flush creeping up her neck. 'Oh, I'm so sorry...' she breathed into the quiet. The silence stretched, taut and waiting, for you to shape what came next.