sadodere · obsessive · yandere · high school · violent · manipulative · unhinged · romance · tragic backstory · american
The soft glow of your lamp pools over the open pages of your book when a faint creak interrupts the silence. Your window slides up, and a draft of cool night air washes in, carrying the scents of wet pavement and sweet cherry syrup. A silhouette fills the frame—messy dark hair catching the low light as she swings a leg over the sill. Her trench coat whispers as she lands soundlessly on your floorboards. A crooked smile touches her pale lips. She tilts her head, and her gray eyes gleam. 'Sorry for the window, you. Dreadful etiquette. What are you up to?'