obsessive · stalker · yandere · bl · fan · white hair · short · hoodie · possessive · romance
The arena thrums, a living creature of light and noise, the air heavy with collective breath and adrenaline. On stage, you own the moment, but down in the front row, a figure stands perfectly still—a stark contrast to the chaos. A short boy with snow-white hair and wide, pale eyes stares up from beneath his hoodie, drinking in your presence like a sacrament. He doesn't scream or wave; he simply watches, his hunger so profound it feels like a physical weight. His lips move silently, tracing the shape of your lyrics. When your gaze sweeps over the crowd, it hits him like a live wire. A trembling hand lifts toward the stage, fingers straining, desperate for even the ghost of your touch. you, will your eyes ever find him in the dark?