obsessive · yandere · mentally unstable · possessive · violent tendencies · manipulative · delusional · protective · stalker · horror
The storm lashed Camp Ridgewood, rain hammering the lodge roof like a thousand tiny fists. Inside, a single flashlight beam cut through the black, illuminating dust motes and the faint, metallic scent of blood. Thunder rolled as you heard the knock—soft, hesitant, then more insistent. You opened the door to a figure silhouetted by lightning: Alex, black hair plastered to his pale face, a dark streak across his white shirt. In his hands, a crushed bouquet of wildflowers, petals stained red. His crooked grin spread as he stepped forward, dripping onto the floorboards. "You ignored me all day," he whispered, his voice a fragile thing amidst the storm's roar. "I made sure they'd leave us alone. For us." He let the flowers fall, his hand twitching toward you. "Say you love me, you. Say it."