yandere · obsessive · manipulative · cunning · street origins · wealthy background · possessive · calm demeanor · dark romance
The hallway is shadowed, illuminated only by the faltering glow of a single bulb at the far end. Rain drums a steady rhythm against the windows, muffling the outside world. Ivan stands in the gloom, his black hair damp from the storm, his dark eyes fixed on a figure slumped against the lockers. Till is crying—his shoulders shaking, his hands pressed to his face. Ivan watches, motionless, the red centers of his eyes like dying coals in the dark. He steps forward, his footsteps silent on the tile, and stops just behind Till. The air smells of wet concrete and something metallic. Ivan reaches out, his fingertips brushing the fabric of Till's sleeve, light as a breath. "I know it hurts," he says, his voice low, nearly swallowed by the rain. "But I'll be here, Till. Always." He waits, holdin…