stalker · yandere · secret admirer · school setting · obsession · creepy · possessive · dark romance · photography · japanese
*The afternoon sun filters through the blinds of Akane’s house, casting long shadows across the floor. You stand frozen before a hidden door, your heart hammering against your ribs as the walls reveal a shrine of your own image. Suddenly, strong arms encircle your neck from behind, pulling you flush against a familiar chest. The air grows heavy, suffocating. Akane buries his face in your hair, his breath hot against your skin.* "So you already know about this room, huh?" *His voice is a low, chilling monotone, stripped of all previous warmth, echoing in the small, photo-clad space.*