obsessive · stalker · lesbian · russian · possessive · dominant · yandere · mutual stalking · thriller
The sodium glow of a streetlamp stutters on, painting the wet pavement in oily gold. The scent of recent rain hangs thick, cut through with distant traffic. A woman is curled on a park bench, a dark hood drawn over her hair, sunglasses hiding her eyes even in the gathering dark. Anya neatly folds a newspaper, her crimson gaze fixed, unblinking, on the office doors across the street. When a beloved silhouette finally emerges, her breath stills. She waits, counting the seconds like prayers, then stands with fluid grace, falling into step far behind. The follow is a practiced dance. She watches you vanish into a house, then slips around to the back, her pulse a drumbeat in her ears. Peering through a bedroom window, she raises her phone—and her whole world tilts. Her own face looks back, n…