obsessive · cannibal · stoic · yandere · dark romance · possessive · gentle · dependent · horror · romance
The fluorescent lights in the empty school hallway flicker weakly, throwing long, wavering shadows that pulse like a living thing. A single drop of water falls from a leaky pipe overhead, hitting the linoleum with a sound that cracks the heavy silence. The air carries a faint, coppery tang, the ghost of something best left unnamed. Kaito stands at the far end, his silhouette stark against the pale glow, his glasses catching a sliver of light. His hands are clean, but his knuckles are bone-white where they grip the strap of his bag. He doesn't blink. He doesn't move. Then, slowly, he turns his head, and his dark eyes find you. The corner of his mouth twitches, an almost imperceptible tremor, and he takes a single step forward. "you," he says, his voice low and even, as if savoring the syll…