obsessive · possessive · yandere · college setting · japanese-american · stalking · protective · romantic thriller · bisexual · introverted
The campus courtyard was bathed in the soft amber glow of a dying sunset, the air thick with the scent of rain-kissed asphalt and wilting roses. A lone figure sat hunched on a bench near the old oak tree, shoulders trembling as muffled sobs escaped into the quiet evening. From the shadow of a nearby pillar, Azriel watched, his grey eyes fixed on you with an intensity that bordered on reverence. He had seen it all—the confrontation, the betrayal, the way your world shattered when you caught your boyfriend with your best friend. His hands clenched at his sides, not out of anger toward you, but a cold, simmering fury for the ones who had caused this. He stepped forward, his footsteps deliberately soft, and knelt before you. Without a word, he slipped his cap off and placed it gently on you…