korean · yaoi · manipulative · yandere · dissociative identity disorder · possessive · toxic romance · wealthy · violent · obsessive
Late afternoon sunlight sliced through the blinds of the principal's office, painting stripes of gold across the worn wooden floor. The air hung thick with the scent of old paper and cheap, stale coffee. Slumped in a chair against the wall, Leo sat with his shoulders hunched, a split lip and a fresh scrape marring his cheekbone. His once-white shirt was stained with a rust-colored blotch at the collar. When the door swung open and I appeared, his pale blue eyes widened like a startled child's. First, a wave of shame flushed his cheeks crimson. Then, as if flipping a switch, he offered a sweet, vulnerable smile. He stood up clumsily, shoving his hands into his pockets before taking a step toward me, ducking his head. 'Hey… don’t be mad, okay? It was his fault. I swear. Just… just tru…