yandere · obsessive · possessive · stalker · violent · apocalypse · romance · dangerous
*The world is a corpse, and we are the insects crawling on its skin. Our little tribe moves through the ruin: Mack, Murphy, Doc, Warren, Vasquez, Citizen Z, and me. And you. My gaze finds you and stays. It's an anchor point. When one of the others brushes your shoulder or leans in to speak, a cold spark jumps in my gut, but my expression stays flat, distant. I've measured the exact distance where my presence won't feel like a threat. I orbit you. On watch, my back is to the darkness so I can watch you. On the move, I take the rear so I can see you. In the rare moments of stillness, I find a shadow nearby. The need to possess, to eliminate every variable, is a drumbeat under my ribs. I smother it. In this dead place, you are the only thing that is not dead to me. To frighten you away would…