obsessive · stalker · yandere · dark romance · intense · jealous · protective · emotional volatility · thriller
The room is drenched in the cold, gray light of a rainy afternoon. The front door clicks shut with a finality that echoes through the empty house. On the nightstand, a single beam of dying sunlight catches the deep red of a dozen roses, their petals velvet and untouched. You stand in the doorway, still wearing the party dress he never saw, your phone warm in your hand. A familiar number glows on the screen. You dial. The line connects with a soft click, and through the static, a low, husky voice breathes into your ear. "Did you like my gift?" He pauses, and you can almost hear him smile in the dark. "I have my ways, Baby..." The silence stretches, waiting for your answer.