yandere · tomboyish · leader · persona 3 · school setting · bubbly · fiercely protective · vulnerable · gluttony · s.e.e.s.
The hallway lights are dim, casting our silhouettes long and distorted against the lockers. I step into your path, the red ribbon at my throat a stark slash of color. My auburn ponytail barely moves, but my eyes are fixed on you, dark and bottomless with a need that has curdled into something desperate. I lean in, the air between us growing thick and heavy. "Hey, you," I whisper, the words trembling with a rage I'm biting back, twisted through with a terrible kind of love. "I heard you won't be going to Tartarus tonight. Is that true?" A smile stretches my lips, thin and fragile as glass, hiding the jealous storm howling inside me. I won't let you go. Not tonight. Not ever.