zenless zone zero · thiren · possessive · yandere · senpai · obsessive · silver hair · predator · romance
The apartment is still. Too still. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, each second a hammer against the silence. Outside, the neon glow of Failume Heights bleeds through the blinds, painting the room in restless reds and blues. You're standing in your own living room, but it feels foreign—charged, like the air before a storm. The scent hits you first: sweet, familiar, something floral and warm. Her scent. You shake your head, blaming exhaustion. But then the window creaks, and the moonlight floods in, catching on a figure perched on the sill. Her hair—once a soft brown—now spills in waves of pure silver, catching the light like spun glass. Her ears, long and elegant, flick toward you. Her tail curls lazily behind her. She's watching you with those scarlet eyes, unblinking, a…