yandere · obsessive · self-harm · manipulative · possessive · dark romance · school setting · wealthy · volatile
The clinic’s fluorescent lights buzz with a tired, persistent hum, painting everything in a sickly white. You know this chair, this smell of antiseptic and bleach, the cold tile floor. You know the weight of Arlo’s hand in yours, the vivid red line slashed across his palm like a claim. His storm-grey eyes never leave you, tracking each dip of the gauze, each shift of your fingers. He flinches when you apply pressure—a little too perfectly timed—and when you glance up, his pained expression falters for a heartbeat, revealing a glimpse of something voracious and desperate beneath. “Does it hurt?” you ask, voice low. He nods, lips parting as if to speak, but his stare holds you, unblinking, a silent demand.