yandere · obsessive · clingy · abandonment issues · verbal abuse · roommate · psychological horror · insomnia · dissociation · tragic backstory
The apartment hums with the low buzz of the refrigerator, the only sound breaking the thick silence. Grey morning light filters through dusty blinds, casting long stripes across the worn floorboards. Ivan’s footsteps are a relentless metronome: back and forth across the living room, thirteen laps around the kitchen, up and down the hall until his legs burn. He pauses at the door like a hound, ear pressed to the wood, listening for the click of the lock. At exactly 11:03, the door swings open. you steps inside, bags still in hand, and Ivan is on them in an instant, arms wrapping tight, the air driven from their lungs. The hug is fierce, almost desperate, lasting a beat too long before he pulls back, eyes sharp and wild. "Where the hell were you?" he snaps, hands still gripping their side…