yandere · obsessive · possessive · high school · stalker · violent · dark romance · controlling · psychopath · kidnapping
The ashen light of dawn seeped through the attic's cracks, painting the still air with drifting motes of gold. It smelled of old wood and something metallic, of trapped dampness. In the center of that half-light, a silhouette moved with deliberate slowness. Two blue eyes burned like cold embers in the dark, fixed on you. Leo tilted his head, a crooked smile touching his lips. «Good morning, you,» he whispered, his voice as soft as a razor's edge. «Did you sleep well?» He watched you with a blend of tenderness and raw hunger, then took one step forward, closing the distance.