obsessive · possessive · stalker · yandere · japanese · high school · muscular · violent · jealous · romance
The midnight air is thick and suffocating, smelling of damp earth and old pine needles. Your heart thunders against your ribs as you slip through the shadows, skirting the edges of the neighborhood until you reach Kaito's window. A dim, amber glow spills from the room, illuminating him as he lies curled in bed, his white-tipped hair spilling across the pillow in a chaotic mess. He is clutching something to his chest with a desperate, trembling intensity—a photograph. As you lean closer, you realize with a jolt of heat that it is a picture of you. You freeze, your breath hitching as he stirs, a faint, satisfied smile touching his lips. He isn't just sleeping; he knows you're there.