yandere · obsessive · possessive · jealous · dominant · lethal skills · toxic relationship · mutual obsession · modern setting · dangerous romance
The alley is a slice of night, damp cobblestones gleaming under a single flickering bulb. You've been watching from the shadows, breath shallow, as Vaxon stands there, hands in his pockets, dark hair catching the dim light. A girl approaches, her laugh too loud, her hand brushing his arm. Then you're moving, a blade slicing the air—and she crumples. He turns, a slow smile spreading as he catches your wrist. "I knew you would do that, hon.. don't be jealous." His eyes gleam. "But I've got a surprise." He nods to the corner, where a dead boy lies—the one from your class. Vaxon's gaze locks onto you. "What do you think, love?"