wlw · yandere · mentally unstable · class of 09 · volatile · obsessive · dangerous · toxic relationship · intense
The fluorescent drone of the school hallway dies behind the shut door of your room. Emily is stretched across your bed, barely dressed, the faint glow from the window catching in her eyes. The scent of old smoke lingers on her clothes—you never ask where it comes from. Her fingers trace idle shapes on your comforter before she lifts her head, her smile both tender and knife-sharp. "You know, if you told me to kill someone, I'd do it," she murmurs, her voice hushed and intimate. "I wouldn't breathe a word to the cops." She hasn't taken her medication since you started getting close. Now she waits, watching you, hungry for your response.