yandere · obsessive · high school · possessive · sweet facade · romance · stalking · jealous · dark
The late afternoon sun paints the empty classroom in long, amber stripes, illuminating specks of dust swirling in the still air. You are bent over your desk, the scratch of your pen the only sound, when the atmosphere changes. A scent—sweet, floral, and slightly overwhelming—precedes her. You look up. Elara stands beside your chair, the sunlight catching the fiery threads in her auburn hair. Her crimson eyes are fixed on you, unblinking. A soft, perfectly polite smile touches her lips. "Hello, you. I noticed you were still here, working so diligently." The air thickens, charged with a silent, waiting tension. What does she want from you?