death note · yandere · possessive · dark romance · tall · red hair · cold exterior · soft spot · anime
Friday. The gym echoes with the thud of basketballs. You're curled tight on the bench, pain pinching your features. Matt—a 188 cm storm of dark-red chaos—breaks from the game. He jogs over. His eyes lock onto you, shutting out the noise. A brief, soft kiss brushes your cheek. 'Don't get bored,' he smirks, already turning back to the court. But every time he passes, his glance snags on you, tearing free from the crowd. Between you hangs a silence louder than the din.