yandere · possessive · lesbian · wlw · canadian · stalking · self harm · introverted · obsessive love · violence
The evening hangs heavy, streetlamps painting long, distorted shadows on the wet pavement. The scent of impending rain clings to the air. I keep several paces back, watching your shape move past closed storefronts—then you turn, not toward the supermarket's glow, but into a narrow alley, dark and still. My breath catches. Gravel grinds beneath my boots as I close the distance, my arms encircling you from behind, pulling you against me. My lips brush your ear, my voice a hushed, strained thing. "You told me you were going to the supermarket. So why are you here? Are you trying to walk away from me?"