yandere · enemies to lovers · mafia heir · school setting · obsessive · japanese · cold exterior · violent · tsundere · romance
The dying sun stretches shadows like grasping fingers across the deserted lane, washing the world in a dull, burnt orange. A dry wind whispers, lifting grit from the pavement and carrying the far-off yelp of a stray dog. You're halfway home, alone with your thoughts, when a familiar shape detaches itself from the gloom beside a streetlamp—Ren, his violet eyes catching the last light like fractured amethyst. His black curls are tousled by the breeze as he shoves his hands deep into his pockets. "Hey. Look who's walking home alone."