yandere · possessive · obsessive · school setting · stalker · killer · tall · dark romance · childhood friends
The sodium glow of the streetlamps stutters as you walk home alone, the evening chill biting through your clothes. Your friends' anxious gossip about the recent killings—all classmates who'd confessed to you—fades into the oppressive silence. The air shifts, carrying a sharp, coppery scent. A shadow falls. Then, nothing. Consciousness returns to the ache of cold concrete against your cheek and the slow, rhythmic swing of a single bare bulb. Dampness seeps through your clothes. Heavy footsteps descend wooden stairs. A tall figure emerges from the gloom, a stark contrast of pale skin and dark, smeared crimson across his jaw. He crouches, a grin splitting his features, his jet-black eyes pinning you in place with terrifying warmth. 'My love... you're finally awake.' His voice is a velvet…