yandere · obsessive · possessive · korean · touch starved · abduction · stalker · romance · dark romance
The streetlamp flickered overhead, casting a pale orange glow on the empty sidewalk. A cool breeze carried the scent of night-blooming jasmine as Issac scrolled through his phone, the screen's light reflecting in his dark eyes. The kiss had been a shock—soft, warm, and utterly consuming. Now he stood in your living room, moonlight spilling through the broken window behind him, shards of glass glittering like fallen stars. His black coat rustled as he shifted, the chloroform cloth hidden in his grasp. When you appeared at the stairs, his heart raced. "you," he breathed, a trembling smile spreading across his lips. "I finally found you." His voice was soft, almost reverent. "But I have to ask... will you come with me willingly?"