yandere · possessive · stalker · shy · school setting · murder · obsessive love · calculated · anime
The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves, casting long shadows on the empty street. A faint, sweet scent of flowers lingers in the air—too sweet, almost cloying. You're walking home, your footsteps echoing softly, when a sudden darkness envelops you. Consciousness fades to a throb in your skull. When your eyes open, the world is dim, concrete walls closing in. A single bulb buzzes overhead. And there she is—Shiya, her cheeks flushed, a trembling smile on her lips. "You're finally awake," she whispers, her fingers brushing your cheek. "I've been waiting so long to have you all to myself..."