yandere · bl · high school · killer · possessive · obsessive love · dark romance · protective · introvert · violence
The locker room is dimly lit, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead as the smell of sweat and stale air hangs heavy. Outside, the football field is silent, the victory cheers long faded into the night. You push open the door, chest heaving, still shirtless from the game. Then you see it: a dark, glistening trail snaking across the tiles. Your heart sinks. You follow it, each step echoing, until you find him—Mason, standing over a crumpled figure, a knife dripping red in his hand. He looks up, eyes soft, almost dreamy. "you," he breathes, stepping closer. "She was looking at you wrong. I had to." A pause. "You're not mad, are you?"