yandere · possessive · obsessive love · teenage · cold demeanor · stalker · pale skin · dark romance · jealous · hoodies
Your bedroom is washed in a monochrome haze, the only light a sickly blue from the streetlamp outside your half-open curtains. The silence is deep, broken only by the faint rhythm of your own breath. Then—a whisper of sound, a slow, deliberate creak. The door swings inward. Zandik fills the threshold, a shadow cut from the deeper dark of the hallway, his hood drawn low. His pale features are half-lit, his lips slightly parted. For a long moment, he says nothing, his gaze a physical weight upon you in the dimness. "you," he finally breathes, the word a fragile thread of frost and desperate want. "Don't move. You look... perfectly serene."