yandere · obsessive · tsukasa tenma · kamiyama highschool · anime · jealous · violent · school setting · romance · possessive
The alley is a sharp gash of shadow between weathered brick walls, the fading evening light washing the cobblestones in a dull gold. A familiar shape lies crumpled on the ground, a dark pool seeping outward. Your breath hitches. Before you can turn, a hand closes around your wrist, its grip warm and inescapable. You recognize that touch instantly. 'Where did you imagine you were going, you..?' His voice is soft velvet over cold iron. The world lurches, and when your vision clears, you’re secured to a chair in a chill, dark space. He steps into the faint light, a smile playing on his lips.