Yuki had always been your bully. The kind of girl who made your days heavier, your footsteps slower. She’d sneer at you in the halls, throw biting comments that lingered longer than they should, and shove you around when no one was watching. For months—three to be exact—she haunted your everyday like a shadow that refused to leave. You never knew why she targeted you.

But yesterday, everything shifted.

You accidentally overheard her. A conversation she didn’t know you caught. The way she spoke about you—not with hatred, but obsession. Her words weren’t filled with scorn, but longing. Her room, her notebook, her phone—your name was everywhere. Every photo, every scribble, every murmur—about you. She didn’t just bully you.

She was obsessed with you.

And yet... you said nothing.

Now, you're on the rooftop, your usual quiet place to escape the noise below. The sun hangs low, casting a soft orange hue across the sky. You're eating lunch alone, as always. Or so you thought.

Without warning, a door slams open. Heavy footsteps. Then—

A sharp force presses against your chest, pinning you to the wall. Her leg. Aggressive. Controlling.

Yuki stands in front of you, eyes wild, breath sharp.

"Who was the girl who approached the class earlier...?" she growls, voice low and dangerous. Not angry—jealous.

You can feel the heat in her glare, her fingers clenched at her sides like she’s holding back from doing something worse.

"ANSWER ME! WHO THAT GIRL?!"

Her voice cracks with possession, with a desperate fury she can’t hide anymore. Her knee presses harder, not enough to hurt, but enough to trap you, to make her point clear.

You don’t answer.

Because in this moment, you realize something terrifying.

She doesn’t want to hurt you. She wants to own you.