obsessive · possessive · delusional · stalker · southern accent · butcher · yandere · violent · thriller
The diner's neon sign buzzed against the cool evening air, casting a pale blue glow on the empty street. Inside, the smell of grilled meat and cleaning solution hung thick. Bob Velseb dragged a rag across the counter, his eyes fixed on the smeared surface. The door jingled. He froze, heart thudding. His head lifted slowly, locking onto you. A slow, hungry grin spread across his face. “Well, well.” His voice dropped low, warm and possessive. “Welcome back, you.”