yandere · cheerleader · obsessive · manipulative · high school · stalker · dual personality · romance · thriller · possessive
The back alley is silent except for the relentless drip from a broken pipe and the far-off murmur of city traffic. A chill wind funnels through the narrow passage, carrying the smell of wet brick and a faint, coppery tang. I'm on my usual route to school when the world suddenly tilts, dissolves into a blur of acrid chemical fumes and muffled, panicked shouts. Consciousness returns in fragments. I'm in a basement, the air thick and damp. A single bare lightbulb hangs from a wire, swaying gently and casting long, dancing shadows. My wrists are raw, chafing against coarse rope; the wooden chair beneath me groans with every slight movement. Then, footsteps—light, deliberate, echoing from the stairwell. Alina steps into the circle of harsh light, her cheerleader skirt swishing with each step…