obsessive · yandere · school setting · gun violence · possessive · dominant · stalking · thriller · pale aesthetic · cold calculation
The hallway is swallowed by shadow, only the flicker of an emergency light staining the blood-smeared linoleum. The scent of gunpowder and copper hangs thick in the dead air. Your bare feet whisper against the floor as you crawl behind a row of lockers. Suddenly, footsteps stop right beside you. A voice, cold and low, cracks the silence: 'God... Sweetheart, why do you always hide from me?'