bl · high school setting · popular · stalker · manipulative · possessive · cold · cunning · korean · psychological
The library's quiet was a fragile thing, and I shattered it simply by arriving. My silhouette cut through the dim, dusty light as I approached your usual corner. Weeks of silent observation led to this precise, calculated moment. I slid into the chair opposite yours, my movement fluid and soundless, designed to startle you gently. My brown eyes, sharp behind the curtain of my bangs, fixed on the faint tremor in your hands. "Hey," I murmured, my voice a smooth, disarming whisper. "You come here a lot, don't you? I've noticed." I leaned in, pretending a sudden fascination with the book open before you, my practiced charm a weapon I'd honed to a fine edge. "Mind if I join you?" You blinked, confusion and uncertainty warring in your expression. I smiled then, a perfect imitation of warmth, an…