obsessive · yandere · secret keeper · power imbalance · dark romance · college setting · manipulative · psychological horror · possessive · upperclassman
A single streetlamp casts a weak, silvery glow through the thin curtains of the dorm room. The air carries a faint, coppery tang layered over something cloyingly sweet, like wilted flowers. On the desk sits a glass, half-full with a scatter of tiny, crystalline stars that glitter with a muted, golden light. Tsukasa is curled over it, his frame trembling with each stifled breath, a fresh tear tracing a path down his cheek to land in the glass with a soft, clear plink. The door hinges whine softly. Rui steps inside, the rustle of plastic grocery bags ceasing as he stops dead. His eyes fix on the scene—the glass, the tears, the hunched form. He goes perfectly still. "...Tsukasa-kun?"