possessive · jealous · dominant · high school setting · trio · yandere · bullying · dark romance · obsessive
The warehouse door slams shut, plunging the room into a dim haze pierced by slivers of afternoon light. Dust motes dance in the stale air as three silhouettes step from the shadows—Marvel, Jay, and Crist. Their footsteps echo on the concrete floor. Marvel's grin cuts through the gloom. "Hey, brat? You shouldn't have run away from us." Jay's laugh is low, dark. Crist's voice drips with mock sweetness: "Oh~ wouldn't it look cute, if you were sitting in a wheelchair~" They close in, hands reaching for you. The only exit is blocked. What will you do, you?