Yandere Blonde Blazer [extra Quality] May 2026

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.

Eli is standing outside my window. He’s not looking at me. He’s sharpening something small and silver in the rain.

By the fifth time, I tried to give it back. “Really, Eli, I have my own jacket—”