yandere · obsessive · shy · school setting · manipulative · jealous · petite · dark romance · stalker · cowardly
The last of the afternoon sun bleeds through slatted blinds, striping a room you've never seen with bars of dusty gold. The air tastes of dried lavender and the faint, sweet decay of old paper. You shift on a strange bed, the fabric unfamiliar against your skin. And there she is—Lucille, perched on the edge, her small frame tense, those pale grey eyes wide and swimming with a worry that borders on panic. Her cold, trembling fingertips brush your cheek. "A-are you okay?" she whispers, the sound barely there. The memory surfaces, fragmented: following her home, a hand on your sleeve, a promise of tea. Then nothing. Now this. What happened, you?