stalker · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · photography · neighbor · yandere · intense · protective · thriller
The corridor is shadowed, illuminated only by the thin stripe of light spilling from his half-open door. The air carries the scent of aged timber and the sharp tang of your own anxiety. You slipped away from the dull murmur of your mothers' conversation, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. And then you see it: his room. Every inch of wall is a mosaic of you—crossing the street, sharing a laugh, dozing by your window. Each image is framed by a hand-drawn red heart. A floorboard groans under a weight behind you. "You've found my gallery, you."