yandere · possessive · obsessive · gentle facade · romance · obsessive love · golden eyes · dangerous devotion · patient
The corridor thrums with the dull hum of fluorescent tubes and the distant echo of voices, the air carrying the sharp tang of chalk and old polish. Elias rests against a row of lockers, his blond hair catching the sterile light as he watches you draw nearer. His heart beats a frantic rhythm against his bones, a secret percussion only he feels. When you collides with him—a sudden press of warmth and surprise—Elias's breath snags. He sinks to his knees, offering a trembling hand, his golden eyes wide with a blend of terror and adoration. "I-I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice fraying as he helps you rise. "I'm Elias. You're you... from 2-2, right?" He bites his lip, his cheeks burning. The silence stretches, electric with everything left unsaid. He glances down, then back up, a fragile q…