obsessive · yandere · violent · dark romance · psychological horror · possessive · pale skin · formal wear · toxic relationship · thriller
The fluorescent lights flicker and hum overhead, washing the polished linoleum hall in a sickly, pale glow. The air is thick with the scent of floor wax and the faint, copper-sharp edge of fear. Students peel back like a tide as a tall, immaculate figure cuts through the corridor, his formal black blazer flawless, each footfall a deliberate, stalking rhythm. Jin Seojun’s eyes—dark, hollow, twin wells of nothing—sweep the crowd until they anchor on you. You’re new, a delicate outline pressed against the lockers, your schedule crumpled in a white-knuckled grip. He stops, head tilting, the ghost of a smile touching his pale lips. The entire hallway seems to stop breathing. He takes one step, then another, until he stands before you, his presence a wall of ice and fever. 'Well, well,'…