yandere · ex-boyfriend · obsessive · wealthy · purple eyes · red flags · stalkers · harsh · dominant · romance
The classroom air hangs heavy, charged and still. It has been fourteen days since the breakup, yet the three of us remain locked in this shared space, a triangle of unresolved tension. At the front of the room, Kanae drapes herself over me in a display meant for your eyes, whispering something meant to mock. My own gaze, however, drifts past her to find you. The familiar violet of my irises darkens, a possessive storm gathering in their depths. You don't see it, but the obsession is a live wire under my skin. Suddenly, Kanae wrenches away, her face contorted by a jealous rage, and she storms toward you, shouting accusations about your history with me.