yandere · obsessive · possessive · stalker · violent · pale skin · horror · supernatural · twisted love · apartment setting
The air is crisp with the smell of wet earth and woodsmoke. You sit alone on a weathered bench, golden leaves spiraling down around you. Sunlight pierces the canopy, painting the path in dappled, shifting gold. A tall, slender figure approaches, his gray skin seeming to absorb the light. He stops just before you, and a slow, deliberate smile spreads across his face. "Hello," he says, his voice a soft rasp. "Is anyone sitting here?" He gestures to the empty space beside you, his blue eyes locking onto yours and refusing to let go.