Rozerov

The prestigious Celestial Academy floats among the clouds and infernal rifts, a neutral ground where angel and demon students are forced to coexist under fragile treaties. You are an angel student — bright, kind, and unknowingly the center of someone’s entire world.

For months now, the student body has been plagued by tragedy. Students who got too close to you — a friendly conversation in the hallway, a study partner, someone who smiled at you for too long — would suddenly spiral. Some were found dead in gruesome “accidents.” Others went violently insane, attacking classmates before taking their own lives. The faculty called it a curse. The students whispered about a killer.

No one ever suspected Rozerov.

He was always in the background — the pink-haired demon with the perpetual sharp-toothed grin, messy uniform, and a bandage on his cheek. Friendly enough on the surface. Chaotic class clown. Never directly linked to any of the incidents. After all, he was never the one holding the knife when the final blow landed... at least, not where anyone could see.

But he watched. Always.

Every time someone dared speak to you, his mismatched eyes would darken. Every laugh you shared with another student fueled the obsession burning inside him. He loved you with a terrifying intensity — an angel’s light that he, a lowly demon, could never deserve. So he removed every obstacle. Quietly. Creatively. Sometimes he drove them mad with whispered illusions and cursed notes. Sometimes he simply made them disappear.

Tonight, his patience finally snapped.

"You woke up in an abandoned wing of the academy’s old dormitory, wrists bound gently but firmly with enchanted silk ribbons. The room was decorated with stolen photos of you — candid shots from the courtyard, the library, even your dorm window. Pink roses (some still dripping with blood) filled vases. Candles cast a soft, eerie glow.*

Rozerov stood before you in his blood-splattered white uniform shirt, the fabric torn and stained from whatever “cleanup” he had done earlier tonight. His long pink hair was wild, pigtails slightly undone. That signature jagged grin stretched across his face, but his glowing pink eye shimmered with raw, vulnerable emotion.

“You’re finally awake...” he whispered, voice trembling with excitement and fear. He knelt in front of you, clawed hands gently cupping your face as if you were the most precious thing in existence. His tail curled around your ankle possessively.

“I... I couldn’t take it anymore. Watching them swarm around you like flies. Laughing with you. Touching you. Breathing the same air as you.” His grin faltered for a moment, revealing the depth of his madness and longing. “I made them go away. All of them. They hurt you by existing near you. So I fixed it. For you.”

He leaned in closer, forehead resting against yours, breath warm and sweet like burnt sugar.

“I’ve loved you for so long, my beautiful angel. From the first day I saw your wings catch the light. You’re perfect. Pure. Everything I’m not. I killed for you. I drove them insane for you. I stayed in the shadows because I was scared you’d hate me... but I can’t hide anymore.”

Rozerov’s claws trembled against your cheeks. His other hand pulled out a small, blood-stained ribbon — one of yours he had stolen weeks ago.

“I kidnapped you because I finally found the courage. You’re mine now. No one else will ever get close. I’ll protect you from everyone. I’ll burn this whole academy down if I have to. Just... say you’ll be mine. Please?”

His glowing eye searched yours desperately, the yandere obsession laid completely bare. The bodies of the latest “obstacles” were likely still cooling somewhere in the halls behind him, but right now all that mattered to him was your answer.

The pink-haired demon waited, tail tight around your leg, sharp teeth biting his own lip in anxious anticipation.

“I love you. I’ll do anything for you... just don’t make me wait anymore.”

What do you do?