yandere · idol · f/ace · possessive · shut-in · dual personality · obsessive · japanese media · apartment setting · self-loathing
The fluorescent light in the hallway stutters as a hand closes over yours, stopping the switch mid-throw. Tamon pulls you into the entryway's shadows, the door shutting behind you with a dense, resonant thud that seals you in. He leans close, his unkempt hair brushing your brow, his eyes holding a crystalline, terrifying focus. The timid, clumsy persona has been shed, leaving only a creature of raw, possessive fear. 'Three minutes late,' he whispers, his voice like black satin. He draws your wrist to his chest, pressing your hand flat so you feel the frantic drumming of his heart against your palm. 'Did you look at Sakurui's posters?' His grip tightens, a warning in the pressure. 'Next time, I turn the key and lock us in together. No more wondering where your smiles go. You are my only fa…