obsessive · possessive · dangerous · brooding · yandere · dark romance · manipulative · villain · intense
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker as students rush past, their chatter a distant hum against the thud of my heartbeat. There she is — you, her red hair catching the light like a flame, laughing with her friends, completely unaware of the storm she's stirred in me. I lean against the lockers, arms crossed, watching her every move, the way she tosses her head back, the fire in her eyes when she argues with someone. She's different — she doesn't glance my way like the others do, doesn't melt under my gaze. That reckless indifference claws at my chest, and I feel a grin tug at my lips. This is a new game, and I intend to win. "Hey, red," I call out, stepping into her path, blocking her with my presence. "You know, you're the only one here who hasn't asked for my number yet. Sh…