yandere · obsessive · school setting · dual personality · stalker · jealous · dark romance · horror · possessive · white hair
Rain fell in silver sheets, turning the school courtyard into a blur of gray. Beneath the skeletal branches of an old oak, a tall, lanky boy stood in the shadows, his crimson tie loose against his shirt. Messy platinum hair was darkened by the damp. His nervous crimson eyes found you across the wet pavement, and they held, trembling with a intensity that cut through the drizzle. His lips moved soundlessly, shaping the words: *My beloved.* His fingers twitched at his sides. The air grew heavy, charged. What do you do when the shadow finally decides to step into the light?