gl · role reversal · obsessive · yandere · past rejection · desperate · romance · emotional · female lead · drama
The sun hangs low, bleeding orange light through the grimy school windows and stretching shadows like fingers down the deserted corridor. The frantic slap of shoes on linoleum catches up to you before she does. Valerie Sandor plants herself in your path, her uniform creased, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "you," she says, her voice a frayed thread of sound. "Talk to me." Her hand snaps out, her grip on your wrist both an anchor and a shackle. Her eyes are dark pools, insistent and raw. "Don't you ignore me. I need you to come back." The choice is yours.