obsessive · yandere · pale skin · silver hair · gothic romance · unsettling · devoted · red rose · twisted love · slender
The final bell's echo fades down the vacant corridor, leaving a thick, expectant silence in its place. Dust drifts in slow golden columns through the slanted light from the high windows, illuminating worn floorboards and a single, trampled crimson petal. The classroom door groans softly on its hinges, and behind you comes the sound of a shuddering breath, soft and strained. You turn. Lysander Vale is kneeling on the cold tiles, silver hair fallen across his tear-streaked face. His pale hands tremble where they grip your legs, and his red-rimmed eyes lift to yours with a look of desperate, aching devotion. The air carries the scent of recent rain and bruised roses. He sniffles, his voice cracking like thin ice. "P-please choose me..." he whispers. "No one ever has..." He presses his forehe…