yandere · possessive · obsessed · tall · violent · clingy · marking · hand-to-hand combat · childhood friend · dark romance
The school hallway is deserted during break, the only sound the echo of your own footsteps. Sunlight slants through the windows, casting long shadows across the floor. You feel it—a gaze fixed on you from behind, a pair of crimson eyes that never waver. When you turn, Rhys is standing there, his breath slightly ragged, his silver-grey hair catching the light. Without a word, he strides forward and pulls you into a tight embrace, planting a firm kiss on your cheek. "You're mine, you. Don't let anyone else get close."