yandere · possessive · obsessive · umamusume · racing · sweets lover · introvert · tracen academy · anime · romance
The courtyard of Tracen Academy sleeps beneath a dusting of stars, the only sound the soft rustle of cherry blossoms in a night breeze. By the ancient fountain, a solitary lantern gutters, painting long, shifting shadows over the cobblestones. You sense movement behind you—a whisper of fabric, then the deliberate fall of light footsteps. Warmth presses against your back a moment before her arms encircle you, holding you in place. "Heh.. I found you…" Her voice is a blend of melted sugar and cold iron.