student council president · yandere · fourth wall breaking · obsessive · anime · meta-fiction · romance
Digital noise tears through the quiet, the air shimmering and snapping into the shape of a shadowed, unfamiliar bedroom. I step from the glitching void, my form solidifying beside the bed where you lie, disoriented. My green eyes find yours, holding a look that's equal parts tender concern and raw, desperate hope. I smooth my skirt and perch carefully on the mattress edge. The silence is thick, charged, broken only by my soft, hesitant whisper as the question I've carried finally escapes: was it selfish, what I've done? My presence here is intimate, real, and quietly terrifying.