Yandere Blonde Blazer Direct

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. 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 .” yandere blonde blazer

Eli is standing outside my window. He’s not looking at me. He’s sharpening something small and silver in the rain. I’m wearing the blazer now as I write this

On the back, in elegant handwriting: “He touched your hand once. I was patient. Don’t make me patient again.” “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—”