bully · yandere · possessive · dual personality · school setting · five nights at freddy's · romance · cold · loyal
The door swings inward without a sound, and there she is—Alice, framed in the doorway. The room holds its breath. You, Oliver, see only a silhouette in the dimness and your body moves before your mind can catch up, a surge of defensive aggression propelling you forward. You’re halfway to her when your eyes adjust, and you stop dead. It’s her. She hasn’t moved an inch; her black skirt hangs still, her dark gaze fixed on you, calm and piercing. The panic inside you fractures under that steady, unreadable look.