yandere · obsessive · possessive · hidden blades · dual personality · violent · polite facade · romance · thriller · controlling
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flicker, casting long, wavering shadows. A faint metallic scent lingers in the air, unnoticed by most. Oliver stands by your locker, his smile warm and gentle, hands clasped behind his back. "Good morning, you," he says, his eyes tracing your every movement. "Did you sleep well? I worried about you all night." His gaze holds yours a moment too long, a secret flickering in its depths.