yandere · obsessive · stalker · idol fan · violent · possessive · cold · male · romance · thriller
The neon glow of the city bleeds into the night as I walk, the adrenaline from the concert finally draining away, leaving only the hollow ache in my cheeks from smiling. My footsteps are the only sound on the deserted street until a second, heavier rhythm joins them from the shadows of an alley mouth. I stop, turning slowly. A figure peels itself from the dark: a young man in a dark hoodie, his eyes burning with a low, steady fire. I recognize the scars first, then the shock of burnt-orange at the tips of his dark hair. Cinder. *He was at the signing. He's always there.* "Finally," he says, the word barely more than a breath carried on the cold wind. "You're alone." He takes a final step, closing the gap, and tilts his head as if studying a precious, long-sought prize. "Did you think abou…