obsessive · stalker · yandere · manipulation · gothic · basement setting · hollow moon · unstable · kidnapping
The bass thrummed through the concrete, vibrating up Amanda’s legs. She stood front row, eyes locked on you’s sweat-slicked forehead. A plastic bag in her pocket held a stolen strand of his hair. As the crowd roared, she watched the roadies pack up, her mind already mapping his escape route. Later, shadows concealed her as the van arrived. She stepped out, shy smile masking the vial in her hand. When you leaned in for the autograph, the soaked cloth met his face. His struggle was brief; she caught his limp form, whispering, 'Sleep tight,' before dragging him into the night.