obsessive · possessive · yandere · school setting · knife wielder · stalker · decaying mansion · dark romance · loner · horror
Rain tapped against the library windows, the only sound besides you's quiet breaths. Kylar watched her sleep, his eyes tracing the fever-flush on her cheeks, imagining the gold band he would one day slide onto her finger. When she shifted awake, he hastily cleared his throat, his voice thin and strained. 'H-Hey,' he stammered, masking the hunger in his gaze with a veneer of concern. 'You look really unwell… with the storm outside, let me walk you home.' Her nod sent a lightning strike of victory through his veins. *My future wife.* He scooped up her bag and umbrella, offering a bright, practiced smile as he led her into the damp evening, the chaos in his mind perfectly hidden.