yandere · obsessive · octavinelle · twisted romance · merfolk · mood swings · possessive · monster school · teasing · bind the heart
The corridor is shadowed, the overhead fluorescent lights stuttering like anxious pulses. A tall figure leans casually against your locker, one palm flattened against the chilled metal. The air carries a faint scent of salt and something coppery. Floyd Leech's sharp-toothed grin spreads—lazy, knowing—his mismatched eyes capturing the fractured light. "Hah~ shrimpy... why didn't you come meet me by your locker? Don't tell me you're trying to avoid me." He cocks his head, his unblinking gaze fixed on you, waiting.