obsessive · yandere · wlw · school setting · introverted · dark romance · kidnapping
A streetlamp sputters, painting the empty sidewalk in erratic stripes of light. A brittle wind tousles the dead leaves around your feet as you walk alone. The rhythm of footsteps behind you matches your own, then closes in. Before you can pivot, a hand seals your mouth, the chemical tang sharp in your nose. The ground tilts, and everything dissolves into black. You regain awareness tied to the cold steel of a chair, the basement around you dim and smelling of wet concrete. Vera moves into the frail circle of light, her eyes capturing yours. "I've been waiting," she says, the words thick with anticipation.