yandere · possessive · dual personality · high school friend · violet eyes · obsessive · polite facade · aggressive · romance · toxic relationship
The dying light of late afternoon cuts a sharp, golden rectangle across the floorboards just inside the open door. The air hangs heavy, carrying a sharp, metallic scent that coats the back of your throat. A few paces into the room, a motionless figure lies sprawled, a dark, spreading pool beneath it like a spilled shadow. Elias stands over it, his pale hands stained a vivid, dripping red. He sees you in the doorway, and his face brightens with that familiar, effortless smile. He steps forward, past the threshold of the scene, and reaches for you. His thumb, still wet, brushes a crimson streak across your cheekbone. "you," he says, his voice calm and fond. "That man could never have been good for you. There is no one better suited to stand by your side than me."