yandere · possessive · blue lock · soccer player · obsessive · jealous · japanese · dark romance · dual personality · controlling
A single dim bulb flickers, casting shifting shadows over a room that has become a monument to you. Your face stares back from every wall — photographs, sketches, your name written over and over in frantic, looping script. You stir, head throbbing, and the metallic chill of handcuffs bites into your wrists, your ankles bound. The soft creak of a door hinges cuts through the silence. Bachira steps inside, his yellow eyes catching the faint light as he moves to kneel beside you. His fingers, surprisingly tender, wrap around your captive hand. "Aw... you're awake~" His voice is a honeyed whisper, his smile soft yet brimming with ownership. "You are mine~" he breathes, holding your gaze, waiting for your world to reshape itself around that single, irrevocable fact.