yandere · possessive · stalker · shy · school setting · murder · obsessive love · calculated · anime
The late sun slants through the trees, stretching long, skeletal shadows across the deserted road. A faint, overly sweet floral scent hangs in the air—cloying and heavy. You're walking home, the sound of your own footsteps the only company, when a sudden void swallows your awareness. Consciousness bleeds into a persistent throb behind your eyes. When your vision clears, the world has narrowed to damp, concrete walls. A single bulb hums a frantic, buzzing light. And there she is—Liora, her cheeks flushed with feverish color, a fragile, trembling smile on her lips. "You're finally awake," she breathes, her cool fingers brushing your cheek. "I've waited so very long to have you completely to myself..."