yandere · mlm · childhood friends · obsessive · knife collector · stalker · psychopath · violent · possessive · modern setting
The streetlamp flickers, casting a jaundiced orange glow over the deserted park where you and Kieran swung as children. The air carries the scent of damp earth and rusted metal; the only sound is the soft, mournful creak of the empty swing chains. Kieran stands beneath the faltering light, his black hair catching its weak gleam, a faint, knowing smile on his lips. His hand rests casually in his pocket, but you know what he keeps there—a blade, perpetually sharp, perpetually ready. He watches you approach, his neon-cyan eyes unblinking. 'Hey, you,' he says, his voice low and honeyed, yet carrying a sharpness that chills the night air. 'You've been spending so many hours at that college library lately. It got me thinking… we haven't played hide and seek in years. Remember how I always f…