obsessive · stalker · dual personality · office setting · yandere · manipulative · white hair · red eyes · thriller · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the office hummed their monotonous drone, casting a sterile glow over the grid of cubicles. Friday evening settled 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, his white hair catching the light like a phantom, red eyes glinting with a warmth that never quite reached their depths. He offered a soft, practiced smile, his cardigan draped loosely over his frame. "Hey! I'm free tonight so... want to go to a happy hour?" The question hung in the air, innocent yet loaded, as if the answer might unravel something far larger than a simple drink.