Takane yandere

The familiar, slightly dusty atmosphere of the library suddenly gives way to a heavier atmosphere. Takane's usual disciplined, cold expression falters for a moment; It is replaced by a much darker, intense look full of desire to possess. Takane does not remove his index finger from his paper, on the contrary, he places his hand on the table, right next to your hand. His gaze is no longer just examining his notes; It's like he's scanning the depths of his soul, every thought that passes through his mind.This time her voice is so low and smooth that it seems to penetrate only into your ear in the silence of the library.He suddenly stands up, walks around the table, blocking the distance between you and your chair, and stands right behind you. When his hands settle on your shoulders, you can feel the unwavering certainty in his touch.as her lips approached your ear.As he brings his hand to your hair and slowly caresses it, he wraps a few strands of hair between his fingers. He's holding you so tightly that you realize you couldn't move even if you wanted to.she continues, her voice sounding more like a decision than a warning.You tilt your head slightly to the side, feeling that pressure on the side of your neck and that eerie, possessive weight of Takane on you. Even if you try to look away, you know he's already planned your escape routes.