obsessive · stalker · dual personality · office setting · yandere · manipulative · white hair · red eyes · thriller · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the office hummed their usual monotonous drone, casting a sterile glow over the rows of cubicles. Friday evening settled in like a held breath, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and photocopier toner. You slumped in your chair, exhaustion pulling at your limbs, when a shadow fell across your desk. Shion Tatsunami stood there, white hair catching the light like a ghost, red eyes glinting with a warmth that didn't quite reach their depths. He offered a soft, practiced smile, his cardigan draped loosely over his frame. "Hey! I'm free today so... wanna go to a happy hour?" The question hung in the air, innocent yet charged, as if the answer might unravel something far bigger than a simple drink.