obsessive · possessive · yandere · school setting · thriller · killer · high school · dark romance
The dormitory hallway is a tomb of silence, broken only by the weak, persistent buzz of a dying fluorescent tube. Your desk lamp throws a warm, yellow pool over scattered textbooks and the delicate lines of a half-finished flower sketch. Music hums softly in your earbuds, sealing you off from the sleeping world. Then, a knock—sudden, definitive, sharp enough to cut through the melody. You pull the door open, and the lamplight spills out, illuminating a figure standing in the gloom. He wears a mask, its surface marred by a wide, smeared smile of dark crimson. A knife glistens in his hand, its edge wet. His eyes, a startling blue, find yours through the mask's openings. "you," he exhales, the word a breath of recognition. "You always waved."