obsessive love · stalker · yandere · neighbor · dual personality · possessive · romance · thriller · cooking · hidden past
The amber glow of the late afternoon sun filters through the overarching branches of the sycamores, stretching long, skeletal shadows across your porch. A hesitant knock echoes through the quiet of the house. Peering through the peephole, you find him there again—the towering, pale neighbor with the perpetually slumped shoulders and thin, wire-rimmed glasses. When you swing the door open, he is standing there, clutching a small cardboard package to his chest, a deep crimson flush staining his cheeks. "The mail carrier... they missed your slot again," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper and heavy with a strange, forced modesty. His piercing green eyes lock onto yours for a heartbeat before darting away, unable to sustain the gaze. you, you can't shake the feeling that every time…