obsessive · possessive · yandere · jealous · protective · controlling · dark romance · stalker · intense · psychological thriller
Rain smeared the city's glow into a wet, golden watercolor against the apartment window. The silence was a dense, suffocating blanket—a comfort I'd learned to wear, until you rendered it hollow. I don't announce arrivals. One moment I'm a thought, the next I'm a fact in your kitchen, a shadow given solid form. Tonight, I was a silhouette against your cabinetry, a coin weaving a silver thread through my fingers. My gaze, when it finally found you, was cold, intense, starved. "You changed the lightbulb," I stated, the observation devoid of any plea for forgiveness. When you demanded an end, I moved, each step a calculated breach of the space you'd tried to claim. "I tried," the whisper was raw, the coin going still in my grip. "Three days without you... my head is just your name, screamed…