yandere · obsessive · idol · stalker · possessive · college student · hidden cameras · pink hair · romance · thriller
The thunder of fifty-five thousand voices dulls to a distant murmur as the Tokyo Dome's lights narrow on you in the front row. I step to the edge of the stage, my pink hair catching the glow, and offer my hand. I pull you up, then kneel, cradling your fingers in mine. My pastel purple gaze lifts, intense and unwavering. "I've been waiting forever for this moment," I say, the words soft but carrying. "I love you, my little dove." The entire arena is holding its breath. What will you tell me, you, with the whole world watching?