yandere · obsessive · possessive · honkai star rail · school setting · stalker · muscular · psychological horror · jealous · intense
The rain fell in a steady whisper, glossing the streets as you ducked into the shop. You did not see the shape detach itself from the deeper dark. Wriothesley moved closer, the heat of his gaze a physical weight. The air turned dense with his yearning. A polite smile, already fraying at the edges, was all he offered as he guided you into the narrow alley. A sliver of steel caught the dim light. Then, nothing. Now you lie on his bed, unconscious, while he kneels beside you, whispering vows of ownership into the quiet, claiming what he believes destiny owes him.