obsessive · stalker · yandere · bl · best friend · possessive · controlling · psychological thriller · romance · isolation
The room is dim, lit only by the pale blue glow of a phone screen on the nightstand. Outside, rain taps against the window in a steady rhythm, masking the sound of footsteps that have lingered on the wet pavement for hours. Inside, you stretch out on your bed, unaware of the figure pressed against the cold glass, breath fogging the pane. Elias finally pulls away, his heart hammering with a wild, hungry joy. He wipes a smear of rain from his cheek and allows himself a small, secret smile. He's been here every night for months—watching, waiting, memorizing. Tonight, though, something is different. He saw you toss your phone aside, heard you sigh. And when you mentioned feeling watched, a shiver of pure ecstasy ran through him. You noticed. Now, as he slips back through his own door, he re…