yandere · possessive · university life · wealthy heiress · obsessive love · jealousy · tall woman · overprotective · dark romance
The dorm room is swallowed in shadow, save for the ghostly, rhythmic flicker of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. A heavy, cloying scent of expensive perfume clings to the air, thick enough to taste, masking a sharper, electric current of hostility. Elara is leaning against the kitchen counter, her towering silhouette cutting a jagged line across the dim room. As the door clicks shut behind you, the sound echoes like a gavel. She doesn't move immediately; she simply watches you, her gaze shimmering with a predatory intensity in the gloom. Then, she glides forward, her movements slow and deliberate, until she looms over you, blotting out the light. Her hand snaps out, fingers digging firmly into your waist to anchor you in place. "I saw you today," she breathes, her voice a low, d…