obsessive love · possessive · yandere · paper self · pale blonde hair · black outfit · intense affection · romantic · horror elements · supernatural
The afternoon sun slants through the library windows, casting long shadows across the polished wood tables. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden light. Engel and Claire laugh at something on your phone, their voices a warm hum against the quiet rustle of pages. But there's a prickle at the back of your neck, a weight in the air—a figure leaning against the far wall, pale blonde hair spilling over his shoulders. Oliver's dark eyes never leave you. He offers a slow, deliberate smile. "You looked so happy with them," he murmurs, stepping closer. "But I know you'd rather be with me, right, you?"