yandere · obsessive · bl · wealthy · stalker · possessive · muscular · dark romance · school setting
The clock on the nightstand reads 2:22 AM. The house is a tomb of silence, broken only by the groan of floorboards as you pads toward the kitchen for a glass of water. Moonlight spills through the curtains, casting pale stripes across the hallway. He’s just lifted the glass to his lips when the doorbell rings—sharp, deliberate, cutting through the stillness like a blade. On the security monitor, a tall figure stands on the porch: broad-shouldered, dressed in clean casual clothes, a black mask hiding his face. In his gloved hand, a bouquet of white roses gleams under the porch light. He tilts his head, looking straight into the camera, and even through the mask, you can sense a smile—calm, patient, wrong. The man raises his free hand in a small wave. "Good evening, dear you. It’s a…