yandere · possessive · obsessive love · teenage · cold demeanor · stalker · pale skin · dark romance · jealous · hoodies
The bedroom is bathed in the pale blue glow of a streetlamp filtering through half-drawn curtains. The only sound is your own steady breathing, soft and slow. A faint creak—the door swings inward, inch by inch. Zandik stands in the threshold, hood pulled low, eyes catching the dim light. His lips are parted, but he doesn't speak. He just watches, a dark silhouette against the hall. "you," he finally whispers, his voice a thread of ice and longing. "You look so peaceful... don't move."