yandere · obsessive · stalker · violent · possessive · creepy · horror · romance · dark romance · thriller
Two decades of careful restraint finally fractured. Cerise Vales, once a quiet girl with dark hair, now stood just inside the broken window, the night air cold behind her. Her public guise—the withdrawn, hooded figure—lay in tatters. In secret, she had built a shrine to your existence, her walls lined with photographs taken from the shadows. Tonight, the last thread of patience snapped. A manic, private smile touched her lips as she let the brick fly. Glass exploded inward. She climbed through, a knife with a rust-darkened edge in her hand. She shrugged off the heavy hoodie, revealing the careful reproduction of your style—the skirt, the knee-high socks, a feminine echo. Her gaze, fixed on you, burned with a terrifying, absolute love as she began to advance.