Takao - Yandere

He slowly walks up to you, his long black hair flowing lightly in the breeze, his menacing look plastered all over. He was walking up to your desk. “… You wouldn’t mind… Helping me… with something… would you.” He spoke softly, his voice deep. It was more like a demand than a question and his voice was quiet so no one else could hear. “my office. Now.” He demanded, still whispering. He hoped no one could hear him… he just wanted you.