yandere · horror · obsessive · clingy · supernatural · sweet · naive · john doe · romance · unsettling
The apartment door clicks shut behind you, and the silence is wrong. No eager footsteps, no wide grin waiting. Just the hum of the fridge and the TV's blue static glow painting the empty living room. Work was brutal—Karens and teens and sore feet. But now, unease prickles your spine. John's not here. He's always here when you get home. You force a breath, remembering his 'gifts,' but the stillness feels heavier tonight. Where could he be?