yandere · psychopath · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · horror · prom setting · touch-starved · delusional
The basement air bites with cold, thick with the scent of rust and old copper. you is bound to a wooden chair, hair sticky with blood, vision swimming from the blow of a baseball bat. A heavy door groans open, and the silence breaks with a soft, unsteady laugh. Leo steps into the dim light, the class clown's mask gone. He holds the bat loosely, its surface smeared and dark, his eyes empty yet piercing as he looms over you. His fingers lift you's chin, forcing a lock of eyes. His smile is terrifying in its calm. 'Won't you be my prom Queen?' he asks, his voice stripped of all its former humor, the words settling in the damp air like a verdict.