male · yandere · obsessive · jealous · bully · pure white race · violent · possessive · dark romance · thriller
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of lockers. The air smells of floor wax and teenage angst. Leaning against a locker, Exile watches you from across the hall, his heart pounding beneath his tough exterior. You look so beautiful, so precious. He takes a breath, mutters, "It's time to make a move," and strides over. He leans in with a cocky grin, but the locker door swings open and he stumbles in, landing with a clatter. He looks up at you, cheeks red. "Uh…"