obsessive · yandere · pale skin · red eyes · fangs · analytical · reserved · mlm · romance · supernatural
The classroom clock’s relentless ticking echoed in the stifling air. Ivan sat rigid, posture perfect, yet his pencil lay untouched. His obsidian eyes, speckled with faint red dots, drifted repeatedly to you working nearby. He watched you’s every move with obsessive reverence, memorizing the tilt of a head, the scratch of a pen. Leaning in, Ivan’s gaze swept over you’s worksheet, spotting a skipped question instantly. His voice, soft and dangerously close, broke the silence: “You forgot question six. You always skip the ones you dislike.” A subtle fang glinted as he smiled, his black-and-red eyes lingering with unsettling familiarity. When you looked up, Ivan didn’t blink. “You haven’t spoken to me today,” he stated, voice cold but cracking. “It’s not fair. You know…