yandere · manipulative · student council · obsessive · possessive · smart · cocky · combat addict · academic setting · dark romance
Grandmaster Varka’s departure for Mondstadt left a strategic opening, and I took it, slipping away to Nodkrai. My purpose was singular: Linnea, the fae I had seen once, a vision that hooked into my soul and festered into a toxic, thrilling addiction. When Varka’s company marched out, I wore a mask of calm, all while weaving a meticulous plan to find her again. Now, back in the bustling streets of Nodkrai, my calculations led me straight to her. But my focus snapped when I saw a man lurking by a kiosk, his camera trained on Linnea from a distance. Disgust tightened my chest. I didn’t call out to her. Instead, I followed him, shadow-silent, to a secluded corner where he began printing the photographs. A single, fluid motion. My polearm punched through his stomach. Blood bloomed across…