Blonde Blazer ~repack~ - Yandere

“No,” he said, and his voice was soft as a scalpel. He stepped closer, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers were cold. “You don’t understand yet. You look perfect in it. You look like mine .”

Here’s a short piece based on the prompt “yandere blonde blazer”: The first time Eli let me borrow his blazer, I thought it was an accident. He draped it over my shoulders after I shivered in the campus library’s arctic AC, and I smiled, grateful. “Thanks,” I whispered. He just blinked, those pale blue eyes fixed on me with an intensity I mistook for kindness. yandere blonde blazer

I’m wearing the blazer now as I write this. It’s heavy. Not from the wool, but from the weight of being wanted so completely that no one else is allowed to exist. “No,” he said, and his voice was soft as a scalpel

By the fifth time, I tried to give it back. “Really, Eli, I have my own jacket—” “You don’t understand yet

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

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.