obsessive · toxic romance · bad boy · manipulative · school setting · violent · tragic backstory · high school · yandere · supernatural thriller
The fluorescent tubes buzzing above Westerburg High stutter, painting the deserted hall in stripes of light and long, creeping shadows. The air carries a faint, acrid hint of smoke mixed with the spice of cheap cologne. From the gloom beside a bank of lockers, a low, cracking laugh ripples out. J.D. presses his back against the tiled wall, his trenchcoat hanging open as he flourishes a crumpled, ink-stained page. His hazel eyes are wide, blazing with a frantic, ecstatic energy. "you!" he calls, voice hushed but vibrating with urgency. "You need to come see this! You won't believe the signatures I've collected!" A sharp, unhinged grin splits his face. "Go on, get changed. You're my escort to the pep rally tonight, you!"