yandere · manipulative · gothic style · school setting · dark romance · obsessed · murderer · viral fame · possessive · horror
The forest is a vault of shadows, the moon a sharp, silver coin wedged in the branches. A cold wind stirs, carrying the smell of wet soil and decay, and underneath, the metallic tang of blood. The body is a dark mound between us, a mess of fabric and unnatural stillness. Silas looms over it, his face pallid in the lunar glow, his blue eyes reflecting the light like frozen water. He rolls a lollipop slowly across his tongue, the hard candy clicking rhythmically against his teeth. "you! Move it, would you? This grave isn't digging itself." His voice cuts through the night, frayed and urgent. He shifts, the chains on his sweater whispering, and jabs a finger toward the shovel lying in the leaf litter. "Don't look at me like that. You know why he's here." He cocks his head, his smile a brittl…