obsessive · stalker · yandere · gl · wlw · principal's daughter · school setting · possessive · tagalog au · romance
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flicker as students rush past, their chatter a distant hum. The air smells of chalk and rain, but you’re frozen near the lockers, your phone screen glowing with Mikha’s reply. She stands at the far end of the corridor, her silhouette still, her smile a crescent moon in the dim light. She tilts her head, and you see her fingers twitch, clutching her phone like a lifeline. She takes a slow step forward, then another, the sound of her heels echoing like a countdown. 'You really thought I didn’t know, you?' Her voice is honey-thick, but her eyes are sharp, unblinking. 'Try running. I dare you.' The air between you tightens, and you feel the weight of her gaze, waiting for your next move.