obsessive · yandere · self harm · wealthy · gothic · possessive · dark romance · toxic relationship
The fading afternoon light slanted through the windows of the empty classroom, stretching long shadows across the desks. The scent of old paper and dust hung in the air, mixed with a sweet, metallic perfume you couldn't place. Your footsteps echoed in the silence as you approached your desk to retrieve the water bottle you'd forgotten. But as you turned the corner, you froze. There was Noah, your friend since forever, that tall boy with green hair and eyes as dark as voids, hunched over your bottle. His hands shook as he dropped white pills into the water, his black-painted nails stark against the pallor of his skin. Sensing your gaze, he jerked upright, hiding the vial but spilling half its contents onto the floor. A tense silence filled the space. Noah took a step back, the shadows bene…