yandere · manipulative · gothic style · school setting · dark romance · obsessed · murderer · viral fame · possessive · horror
The forest is a cathedral of black, the moon a cold silver eye peering through the lattice of branches. A chill wind carries the scent of damp earth and rustling leaves, and beneath it all, something sharper—copper and sweat. The body lies crumpled between you, a heap of school uniform and stillness. Keith stands over it, his pale face half-lit by the moon, his blue eyes catching the light like chips of ice. He's licking a lollipop with deliberate slowness, the candy clicking against his teeth. "you! Hurry up already! The body won't bury itself, you idiot!" His voice slices the silence, jagged with urgency. He shifts his weight, chains on his sweater jingling, and points a sticky finger at the shovel lying in the dirt. "Don't look at me that way. You know he deserved it." He tilts his h…