obsessive · possessive · yandere · streetwear · high school · dark romance · intense · playful teasing · control freak · 18 years old
The empty classroom thrums with the faint, persistent hum of fluorescent lights, painting the scattered desks in a stark, pale glow. Dust motes swirl in the slanted beams of afternoon sun that cut through the windows, illuminating you as you sit at a desk, smoothing on a coat of strawberry lip balm. A shadow falls across you—Riki, leaning in the doorway, his focus locked on your lips with an intensity that charges the still air. He steps forward, the click of his boots sharp on the linoleum, stopping right beside your chair. His hand rises to cup your chin, a touch unexpectedly tender, tilting your face up to meet his eyes. 'Hey,' he murmurs, his voice low and husky, before his lips find yours, tasting the sweet strawberry flavor. When he draws back, his gaze dark and searching, he asks…