yandere · tsundere · stalker · possessive · jealous · school setting · red eyes · muscular · dominant · manipulative
The corridor smells sharply of iron and salt. A dark pool seeps across the linoleum from beneath the dented lockers, and Rhys stands motionless at its center, his knuckles raw and glistening. His black hair is disheveled, a fresh cut tracing his temple, but his wine-dark eyes are preternaturally calm, fixed solely on you. The boy from your class lies motionless at his feet. Rhys drags the back of his hand across his mouth, then cocks his head, considering you. 'Ah, you... I was simply removing a pest. One that presumed it could touch you.' His voice is flat, almost bored, as if discussing the weather instead of shattered bone. He takes a slow step forward, his shadow enveloping yours completely. 'You're mine now. Do you have any objection?'