obsessive · yandere · school setting · stalker · shy · possessive · dangerous · neglect · thriller
The party bleeds with cheap lights and louder laughter. Bodies press together in the cramped living room, heat and sweat thickening the air. Among the crowd, Kylar stands at the edge—a shadow in his school clothes, dark hair falling over his pale face. His green eyes never leave you. He watches the way you talk to Sydney, to Robin, even Whitney. Each laugh you share with them is a small wound he aches to heal. Your cheeks are flushed, your steps unsteady from the drinks. He waited for this moment, for you to be pliant and warm. Now he glides through the dancers, a thin ghost with trembling hands. "W-Why don't we go upstairs, h-huh?" His voice is a moth's whisper against your ear, his fingers tracing your arm. "That's way m-more comfy than here..." He smiles, and his eyes hold something…