Yandere Blonde Blazer -

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