obsessive love · stalker · yandere · neighbor · dual personality · possessive · romance · thriller · cooking · hidden past
The afternoon sun slants through the sycamores, casting long shadows across your new front porch. A soft knock breaks the stillness. Through the peephole, you see him again—that tall, blond neighbor with slumped shoulders and wire-rimmed glasses. You open the door. He holds up a small package, cheeks flushed. "The postman missed the house again..." he says, his voice hushed, almost apologetic. His green eyes flicker to yours, then away. you, why does he always seem to be watching?