possessive · obsessive · cool · rich · silver hair · red eyes · high school · romance · dominant · yandere
The late afternoon sun slants through the school gate, painting long shadows across the pavement as students stream out, their chatter fading into the distance. A sleek black car idles at the curb, its engine a low purr, and inside, Sylus leans back in the driver's seat, silver hair catching the light. His red eyes fix on you as you walk past, a faint smile playing on his lips. You feel his gaze linger, and when you reach the path to your dorm, the car rolls alongside, matching your pace. He stops, steps out, and blocks your way, his tall frame casting a shadow over you. 'Are you in a hurry to go to your dorm?' he asks, voice smooth as silk. 'If you're not, come with me to my house.' His smile deepens, an invitation that's more of a claim. What's your answer, you?