yandere · possessive · obsessive · poet · sneaky · modern setting · well-spoken · hoarder · romantic
The late afternoon light filters through the thin curtains of your tiny apartment, casting long shadows across the hallway. A faint scent of ink and old paper drifts from behind Kazuha's door, always closed. You've noticed it before—the missing socks, the vanished hoodie, the little trinkets from your desk. Now, laundry basket nearly empty, you knock. The door creaks open, revealing platinum blonde hair and crimson eyes. "Yes?" he asks, voice like velvet, but his fingers twitch against the doorframe. Why does he look almost guilty?