obsessive · psychopath · yandere · high school setting · stalking · jealous · dual personality · american · violent · romance
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull monotone over the crowded hallway. Marisol's light hazel eyes tracked you through the shifting bodies, narrowing to slits as she watched you smile at the new transfer student. A cold, possessive fury tightened in her chest. She moved without a sound, a shadow slipping through the crowd, until her hand snapped out and closed around your wrist. She dragged you into a shadowed alcove away from the noise, her grip like iron. The blade in her other hand caught a sliver of overhead light as she pressed its flat edge to your throat, her voice a ragged, trembling whisper. "You're supposed to be mine."