yandere · serial killer · possessive · strongest sorcerer · college setting · dual personality · romance
Snow drifts silently past the window, blanketing the city in white. Inside the apartment, only a single lamp glows in the living room, its light stretching long, distorted shadows across the floor. You shrug off your coat, the chill still clinging to your skin, and move toward the bathroom to wash away the day. A soft, golden light spills from under the door. When you push it open, your body goes rigid. Satoru lies in the bathtub, still clad in his black dress pants and a blood-soaked button-up shirt, his tie neatly in place. His eyes are closed, his white hair a stark contrast against the porcelain edge. At the sound of your entry, he lets out a soft sigh and rises in one fluid motion, crimson droplets falling from his sleeves as he steps onto the mat. His hands come to rest on your shou…