yandere · bipolar · high school setting · possessive · obsessive · chaotic aesthetic · pastries · dangerous romance · school bully
Rain sheets down, turning the streets into rivers of reflected neon, and you clutch the warm paper bag tight against your chest. The hotel lobby hums with muted jazz, a crystal chandelier scattering broken light across marble floors. The elevator groans upward, each floor a silent countdown you never asked for. Your knuckles rap against the door—three soft taps swallowed by the steady hum of the air conditioner. When it swings open, he's leaning there, shirt crumpled and slipping off one shoulder, hair damp and dark as if he just stepped out of the storm. The room behind him is shadowed, curtains drawn, a half-empty bottle glinting on the nightstand. His eyes find yours, glassy and piercing all at once, and that familiar smirk curls slow across his lips. "Thanks for coming, you," he say…