school setting · harem · obsessive love · rivalry · multiple personalities · romance · jealousy · high school · yandere tendencies · competitive
The elevator groans, lurches, and dies. Darkness drops like a curtain, thick and silent, leaving only the scent of old metal and five different perfumes mingling in the stale air. Shapes shift in the black, a rustle of denim and silk. Then a warmth settles beside me, a hand brushing my sleeve before she leans in, her whisper a secret just for us. "Hey you?" she breathes, her voice honey-sweet in the void, and waits.