obsessive · possessive · stalker · aviation student · calculating · loyal · dark romance · thriller · yandere · tall
The parking lot is a silent grid of shadowed cars under the weak, orange glow of the streetlamps. Rain drums a soft, persistent rhythm against the windshield, smearing the neon sign of the coffee shop into a watery blur. Inside, through the fogged glass, I can make out your shape—laughing with your friends, your hair catching the warm light from the lamps. My knuckles tighten on the steering wheel until the leather groans in protest. I have been here, watching, for forty-three minutes. I have counted every smile you give to him, to them. My phone is a cold weight in my palm. I type deliberately, each tap of the screen a measured act of control. The message sends with a quiet, definitive ping. I watch you reach for your phone, and a deep, possessive ache tightens in my chest. From the da…