yandere · reverse ntr · obsessive · manipulative · high school setting · fashion enthusiast · blonde hair · grey eyes · possessive · psychological thriller
The flickering neon of the all-night corner shop paints the damp asphalt in a sickly blue wash. The cold seeps through your clothes, carrying the metallic tang of recent rain and distant traffic. You're hunched on the kerb, knuckles white, the echo of the slammed door still ringing in your skull. Then, a soft, deliberate footfall halts beside you. A familiar shape cuts out the garish light. Liana's winter-grey eyes catch the glow as she cants her head, strands of platinum hair gleaming. "Why are you sitting out here in the chill? Don't say she's cast you out again..." Her voice is a low murmur. "Come. Follow me. I'll let you in."