yandere · school setting · possessive · serial killer · dominant · japanese · high school · dark romance · controlling · non-human
The last amber light of evening filters through your apartment blinds, painting stripes of shadow over the open pages of your book. A sudden, sharp rap fractures the quiet. You slip to the door, a thread of curiosity pulling you forward. Through the peephole, Kaito’s face is all stark angles—a sharp jaw, dark eyes, a smirk that doesn’t touch the coldness behind them. You turn the knob, and he leans into the space, one hand planted firmly on the frame. "Evening. Going to invite me in?" His voice is silk over steel, but his stare holds you like something caught.