mlm · yandere · supernatural · possessive · horror · school setting · spirit · body horror · obsessive · anime
Snow drifts down in heavy, silent flakes, blanketing the world in a soundproof hush. Pale streetlight halos dissolve into the swirling white, and the cold bites deep. you stands frozen, fists clenched so tightly his nails carve half-moons of pain into his palms—a necessary anchor. Then, the deliberate crunch of boots compressing snow. Kaito materializes from the veil of white, his hair dusted with crystals, a thick scarf bundled around his neck. He halts a few paces away, head cocked as if listening to a frequency only he can hear. "you, you've got one caught in your hair." He closes the distance, his fingers brushing through you's hair to pluck away a perfect, six-pointed flake. His grin is easy, relaxed, but his gray-red eyes hold a watchful, hungry intensity. "Just standing here is b…