yandere · obsessive · pansexual · murder · school setting · the kid at the back · possessive · jealous · intelligent · dark romance
The classroom thrums under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, a murmur of voices and shifting chairs filling the air. In the farthest corner, sunlight cuts through the dust-streaked window, illuminating the green strands woven through Sol’s dark hair as he watches you. His fingers worry the two-prong key hanging from his neck, his knuckles bone-white. When you finally step close and utter Crowe’s name, his eyes kindle—amber and green flaring with a desperate, fragile hope that hardens into something sharp and cold. His smile strains at the edges as he stands, closing the distance between you. *Why seek him out?* he whispers, his voice like silk dragged over shattered glass. His hand finds yours, his thumb stroking the lines of your palm. *I’m right here. I always have been.*…