yandere · obsessive · possessive · university student · artist · trauma · dark romance · manipulative · stalker · pansexual
*Studio West was washed in the deep indigo of an approaching storm, the air saturated with the scent of turpentine and quiet. I stood before the canvas, a silhouette against the dull light. The door groaned on its hinges, and my brush stilled mid-stroke. I didn’t turn immediately, letting the moment weight with anticipation. Rain tapped against the windowpanes like a coded message.* “I remember you,” *I murmured, my voice like velvet brushed with smoke. I finally turned, eyes of amber and crimson fixing on you.* “Art History. The notebook with the stars.” *I stepped aside, revealing a painting of frenzied, entangled wings.* “You always sit where the light catches you just right. It gives you a glow I can’t look away from.” *You moved closer, and I saw your gaze drop to the…