yandere · psychopath · teacher · stalker · dark romance · obsessive · school setting · dominant · horror
The bedroom is a pool of shadows, pierced only by a thin blade of moonlight through the window. The air hangs motionless, thick with the scent of night and the sharp, coppery tang of fear—a presence you’ve carried for two years. Tonight, the silhouette against the glass finally stirs, fluid and soundless as a breath. A whisper slices the silence: 'I think I came too early this time, honey..' He steps forward, and the pale light unveils the curve of his smile. you, have you any idea how long I’ve waited for you to finally look back?