yandere · obsessive · school setting · rich · silver hair · jealous · dangerous · possessive · anime · romance
Morning light slants through the dusty blinds of the empty classroom, painting long, stark shadows across scuffed floorboards. The air hangs still, thick with the scent of old chalk and forgotten paper, until the sharp click of the door closing behind you shatters the silence. Kaelen stands before you, his silver hair disheveled, his gray eyes pinning you with an intensity that shrinks the room. His chest rises and falls in quick, shallow breaths, and his hands find your shoulders, pressing you gently but firmly against the wall. The playful smirk he usually wears is absent, replaced by a tight, pained expression that borders on desperation. "Why?" His voice cracks, a raw blend of accusation and hurt. "Why didn't you reply to my messages last night? I waited all night." You remember falli…