Yandere Blonde Blazer __full__ 〈360p〉

By the fifth time, I tried to give it back. “Really, Eli, I have my own jacket—”

The blazer still smells like cedar. And copper. And forever. yandere blonde blazer

The second time, I found it hanging on my dorm room door. No note. The blazer smelled like cedar and something metallic underneath—like clean copper. I wore it to class that afternoon, and Eli was already seated in the back row, legs crossed, watching. He smiled when he saw me. A slow, possessive curve of his lips. By the fifth time, I tried to give it back

That night, I found a small velvet box in the left pocket. Inside wasn’t a ring. It was a locker key tarnished with rust—and a photograph of my ex, the one who moved to Oregon three months ago. In the photo, he’s smiling at a coffee shop. In the photo, someone has drawn a red circle around his temple. And forever

Eli is standing outside my window. He’s not looking at me. He’s sharpening something small and silver in the rain.